Elizabeth Mortimer, called Kate Percy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tiltingwithlips) wrote2013-03-09 11:55 am
tiltingwithlips) wrote2013-03-09 11:55 am
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It has been several days since Harry Percy came riding up to Hereford and turned Elizabeth's life into a storm of confused emotions -- and only a day or two since he actually proposed marriage, and she accepted, just to confuse everything even further. And that has set off a whole new storm of preparations in an astonishingly short time. The wedding won't actually take place for some months, but from her parents' urgency, you would think it was happening tomorrow.
Harry is not, of course, allowed anywhere near her quarters, as is proper, and they both take the walk from the great hall to the staircase as their last chance to talk alone for the day. (Not terrifically alone, of course; still chaperoned, even more than when they were properly courting, to both of their annoyance.) At the parting of ways, Harry kissed her hand and bade her good night, repairing some (only some) of the damage he'd wrought at dinner by unwittingly comparing one of the Mortimers' allies, by means of an unfortunate extended metaphor, to a badger.
"I'll wish thee good morrow soon enough, Kate," he murmured, and she nudged him away, as hard as she could in the sight of her mother's lady.
When the bar appears through her bedroom door, she barely hesitates before slipping through and shutting the door behind her. Someone opens it immediately and she steps out of the way--
And stares at Harry Percy.
"My lord?"
"--My lady!" he says, recovering quickly, as he starts to laugh.
[ooc: Two pups, two muns! Tag one or both -- slowtimes welcomed.]
Harry is not, of course, allowed anywhere near her quarters, as is proper, and they both take the walk from the great hall to the staircase as their last chance to talk alone for the day. (Not terrifically alone, of course; still chaperoned, even more than when they were properly courting, to both of their annoyance.) At the parting of ways, Harry kissed her hand and bade her good night, repairing some (only some) of the damage he'd wrought at dinner by unwittingly comparing one of the Mortimers' allies, by means of an unfortunate extended metaphor, to a badger.
"I'll wish thee good morrow soon enough, Kate," he murmured, and she nudged him away, as hard as she could in the sight of her mother's lady.
When the bar appears through her bedroom door, she barely hesitates before slipping through and shutting the door behind her. Someone opens it immediately and she steps out of the way--
And stares at Harry Percy.
"My lord?"
"--My lady!" he says, recovering quickly, as he starts to laugh.
[ooc: Two pups, two muns! Tag one or both -- slowtimes welcomed.]