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Post by Sir Arvel Wineberg on Apr 24, 2009 20:55:38 GMT 1
"Because Noah had invited me to dinner tonight, too - and, well, I think he wants my hand in marriage."
Sir Arvel’s face froze and his deep diamond eyes burned in to Guinevere’s eyes. Where his ears deserving him or did his daughter just inform him that she had gone behind his back and engaged herself to a low life castle guard. This was far worse that anything he could have imagined, a betrayal to a father. The proper thing to do would have been for Noah t have come and asked Arvel for permeation to marry his daughter but instead the two stupid love birds had done things in secret.
Arvel was out raged, he could barely find the words to convey the anger he felt at that moment in time.
“That is out of the question young lady” he said coldly swishing his rabbit cape around him” Now get in the carriage with out another word or so help me I will review my policy on not whipping ones daughter”.
His words where harsh but so was his temper. (sorry my post is atter cod crap )
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Post by rh on Apr 25, 2009 8:47:59 GMT 1
[nope, it's fine ] Guinevere sighed. Very, very typical of her father. She knew this would happen. It was an omen. Noah wasn't the one. Or was he? She did not know if he meant his real words. She kept her eyes still on her father - not knowing what to speak of. Her father was very, very strict in times like these and Guinevere knew best not to overdue his anger.
Being brought up in the Wineberg family, she was taught well manners and she had to control those manners whatsoever. She glanced down. "B-but fathe-" Before she could speak another word her ordered her to get into the carriage without another word. She nodded and did as told not wanting to create any more family, melodramatic series of life.
She simply entered the carriage with no more words to be spoken, crossed her legs lady like and kept her stare outside the window - trying her best not to glance at the poor beggars. She really felt sorry for them - really. That idiotic brain of a scum, "Prince" John.
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Post by Sir Arvel Wineberg on Apr 29, 2009 14:24:17 GMT 1
It wasn’t a particularly cold day in Nottingham but Arvel no getting on in years felt the chill stronger than those younger. Though he was getting older and choices he had made earlier in life where starting to take there toll, Arvel was still strong and possibly had up to 10 years left of life. For him 10 years was not enough all, his elaborate money plans couldn’t not be completed in 10 years and he was dreaming up more every day.
“Try smiling at dinner” he said adjusting his silk waist coat” and please attempt to be civil when talked to by the sheriff the last thing I need is him on my back”.
The carriage bounced and jolted up the streets of Nottingham right to the castle gates. Extremely Relived when the bumpy right was over, Arvel kicked down the carriage stairs and stepped out offering his hand to help his daughter step down. He was not looking forward to this meeting they usually consisted of the sheriff trying to weasel money out of him and Arvel would not have it.
“This Noah green” Arvel said coldly after clearing his throat,” He work at the castle does he?”
He turned to scan the dreary looking court yard his eyes lingering on a group of 6 guards marching round and round hypnotically. He had heard of Noah Green before but couldn’t not for the life of him remember what he looked like.
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