Post by Dermont Falin on Dec 26, 2013 14:53:55 GMT -8
Somewhere in France a young man sits on the edge of his bed looking at the woman fast asleep next to him. "It has been a long time, it seems, since I have been awake but one thing hasn't changed...the ladies of house Fiona are still a lot easier to coax then the others of the court," he says to himself, laying down and drifting off to sleep.
The room was large dark and cold -- one of the problems with old castles. A fire crackling in the pit on the far side of the room throws shadows across the room, and the man watches as they dance over piles of books and a solitary figure among them. “Good evening, Princess. Is there anything I can help you with?” the man says to the figure. “I have lost something...I know the way to get it back is in one of these books, I just have to find it!” responds the young lady. The man walks around the table, putting his back to the light of the fire and covering his face in shadows. “Well, perhaps I can help you find whatever it is that you have lost. I have already given you access to my library, but if there is anything else I can help you with...?” Princess Moira looks up, startled, from the books. “I’m sorry, my lord, I didn’t realize it was you,” she says, casting her eyes down for just a moment. “Thank you for again for the use of your library. I haven’t found anything yet, but there is still much to go through.” The man picks up a book and slides it across the table. “Here, try this one. I’ll send someone in with food; eat and try and get some sleep. There is no point in killing yourself from lack of sleep,” he says, leaving the room.
The young French man wakes in a cold sweat. “What the hell was that? Something from my past?” The man places his head back on the pillow and drifts off to sleep again.
The room was large dark and cold -- one of the problems with old castles. A fire crackling in the pit on the far side of the room throws shadows across the room, and the man watches as they dance over piles of books and a solitary figure among them. “Good evening, Princess. Is there anything I can help you with?” the man says to the figure. “I have lost something...I know the way to get it back is in one of these books, I just have to find it!” responds the young lady. The man walks around the table, putting his back to the light of the fire and covering his face in shadows. “Well, perhaps I can help you find whatever it is that you have lost. I have already given you access to my library, but if there is anything else I can help you with...?” Princess Moira looks up, startled, from the books. “I’m sorry, my lord, I didn’t realize it was you,” she says, casting her eyes down for just a moment. “Thank you for again for the use of your library. I haven’t found anything yet, but there is still much to go through.” The man picks up a book and slides it across the table. “Here, try this one. I’ll send someone in with food; eat and try and get some sleep. There is no point in killing yourself from lack of sleep,” he says, leaving the room.
The young French man wakes in a cold sweat. “What the hell was that? Something from my past?” The man places his head back on the pillow and drifts off to sleep again.