Elizabeth Mortimer, called Kate Percy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tiltingwithlips) wrote2013-12-20 06:03 pm
tiltingwithlips) wrote2013-12-20 06:03 pm
Late summer, 1390
It's been a tense few days.
Margaret, for all her patience, made it clear that Kate was not going to be negotiating with the Douglas again, and Kate can't say that she objects. She just wishes there were something, anything she could do to help. As it is, she spends a great deal of time pacing, riding, reading -- or at least staring at books. Rereading Harry's letter.
The sun is on the way down towards the horizon, the shadows lengthening, as she makes another round of the castle's courtyard.
Margaret, for all her patience, made it clear that Kate was not going to be negotiating with the Douglas again, and Kate can't say that she objects. She just wishes there were something, anything she could do to help. As it is, she spends a great deal of time pacing, riding, reading -- or at least staring at books. Rereading Harry's letter.
The sun is on the way down towards the horizon, the shadows lengthening, as she makes another round of the castle's courtyard.
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"I'll have more to say to thee, have no doubt."
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Fair warning, if he starts with words, he'll not stop for at least a month.
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"Yes."
Harry, you're a pig.
. . . But an attractive pig.
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Wait, no, not pig, heroic returning warrior!
Who's playing with her hair?
Maybe they can multitask.
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There are better places to be!
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Harry lets himself be guided.
"Now I might promise thee a fortnight."
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Or to steal a kiss over.
"I missed thee."
He means that.