[werewolf AU] A long night

[tiltingwithlips]

King Henry is ill, most likely dying, and the kingdom has known so for some time. For now, at least, the English are thinking more about succession than about rebellions, past or future.

The palace in London is still and quiet tonight. The air is heavy with tension, thick with the smell of worry.

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[valiantrebel]

Not only that, but word is starting filter out that something is wrong at the palace, that the king has fallen ill, that the king is dead, that the king has been dead but come back to life. Crowds of Londoners are milling around near the palace, in most of the usual streets. (Several are already hawking purported bits of King Henry's bedsheets.)

No matter what, they will have a hard time not being seen.

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate reaches out to take Harry's hand, leading the way towards an alley and keeping a watchful eye on the crowds.

[valiantrebel]

They'll not separate, not for anything. Harry has never been to a city as a wolf, and the sensory overload can lead to nothing good, unchecked. He grips her hand; he recognizes this alertness from battle.

North -- they must get north. The alley winds in that direction, but it seems to open up into a teeming square.

[tiltingwithlips]

She squeezes his hand.

"Harry," quietly, "shall we stay this course? We may yet turn back."

[valiantrebel]

"We are trapped, my love," he murmurs, eyes straight ahead.

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate presses her lips together and squeezes his hand again.

"Then we must keep our heads down."

And pray. Hard.