Post by Sarah Lee on Jan 25, 2023 10:48:23 GMT 9
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The integration of orioncayge's bannerman into Sarah's clique was like a well-made bandana: seamless.
Ser Price of house Right approached Sarah with steely ambition in his eyes, and introduced himself with all the politeness and aplomb of a well-raised noble. The group accepted him instantly, introducing themselves in turn to the handsome knight. Interest gave way to interrogation, and in minutes they had peeled back the layers of this newcomer.
The bannerman of House Cayge had placed well in several tournaments, and though his sword was ready at a moments notice, but was never too quick on the draw. He was straight-backed and well spoken, and had a grin like a scimitar. He was also in want of a wife.
Sarah was blatantly uninterested.
Even now, with reality drowned under layers of dream fog and fine wines, she had absolutely zero interest in this knight.
"Unfortunately I am already spoken for," Sarah said, graciously turning down what was clearly a veiled offer of courtship. Ser Price took the refusal in stride. He bowed, and made to leave. She stopped him with a gentle touch. "But that doesn't mean I can't help."
She scanned the party for candidates. "Do you attend many parties, Ser Price?"
"Not recently, Duchess. Though I can hold my own in a dance."
"Perhaps you should try some royal balls?" suggested Count Hedgemon of Greentuft.
"That's aiming a tad high. Didn't he just die?" asked Earl Slamson, and the group laughed.
Sarah noticed a weeping woman gulping wine by the fountain. Perfect. She moved with purpose, and her clique followed. They cut a line straight for the now single Lady Ann d'Mooka.