(‘ When he was just about to reach the dining hall, Nicolas took a deep breath, making a pleasant, warm smile appear on his face before turning the corner and approaching the doors. ‘)
(He hasn’t entered yet, and ours are right outside the doors.)
(~~I feel like this always happens)
(he's coming right at us. Assume its the main hall and the main entrance to the dining room)
(Okay. Great :D)
(Sorry it’s so short. Figured I should give something rather than sit on it for forever.)
Alec smiles, “Not many people ever do.” He comments. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, the head of an eagle embossed on it. Small rocks and one or two tiny growls decorated it. It was a simple hilt, made for him by his sister. He could easily picture he king, thin fingers, carving the eagle into the metal after she heated it up enough. As well as sending out he son to go get some rocks from the river bank.
When she’d given him the beautiful blade her husband had forged the last time he’d been home, he had been elated. He’d practiced with the blade to get a feel for it. It was excellent quality and craftsmanship. The blade was light and flexible, it has a wonderful shine in the light and was easy to maintain.
“Right this way the king. . . He tilts his head slightly, a light frown gracing his features. He walks forward, past the woman, owing, “Your majesty. I thought you were in the dining hall already.”
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(I assumed there was only one entrance to the dining hall for some reason, I'm sorry that I wasn't more specific before)
(Pfft, Naw you’re fine)
(I took an unexpected hiatus for a bit, I'm sorry that it's not as long as it should be)
Nicolas blinked in surprise at seeing Alec right by the entrance, but he quickly relaxed. It was good to see a familiar, trustworthy face before walking into a room full of people who hated him.
"I was taking a quick stroll through the gardens," he replied a bit sheepishly to his captain. "I must have lost track of time…"
He trailed off when he looked past his right-hand man and his eyes landed on the woman behind him. His eyes brightened when he saw the top of what must've been a lute strapped to her back and he walked toward her.
"You must be tonight's entertainment!" he exclaimed warmly, holding out his hand to shake hers. "Your reputation precedes you, Miss. Yarrow. Thank you so much for coming."
Nothing could describe the odd combination of relief and tension Nicolas felt toward the bard. The outcome of the feast depended on how she could make an entire room of nobles at ease. He felt guilty for throwing this poor woman into a situation like this, but if the rumors that he had heard about her talents were true, then he had nothing to worry about. Right?