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Post by Helena Castus on Sept 16, 2010 20:12:00 GMT -5
It was too boring in the castle today and it was raining outside. That was something Helena loved. No matter how hard anyone tired one could not keep the young four year old, curious princess in doors. She ran out of the door of the castle and towards Badon Hill. She was in a long blue dress with her lavender cloak. She knew she shouldn't be running around but she had nothing better to do and her parents had yet to find guards that actually took the job completely seriously or were stern enough to make Helena obey them.
She skipped off to the top of the hill to roll down it. Which she did seconds later running back up to the top and sitting there looking towards the other end of the hill. Her lavender cloak lay beside her. She was muddy but she didn't care. She rolled down the hill again and ran back up. She knew it was stupid but she was bored. She laughed to herself and started to skipping around the Hill. She wasn't paying any attention to anyone who might be coming up to her. As long as they weren't going to talk her into going back inside the castle.
She finally ran out of steam and just sat down letting the rain hit her as she closed her eyes and hummed to herself. The rain soon turned into a light snow which made her stick her cloak back on and put up her hood and curl up in it. She loved being out with all the forces of nature and late fall was probably her favorite time of the year. Minus the fact that she could get sick at this time. She didn't much care she was much to amused right now. She stood up once more and skipped along the top of the hill where her daddy and his knights had fought. Along with Grandfather and his people.
She wondered what her grandfather was doing right now and if he was watching her. She sat back down again and surveyed her surrounds and then started playing battle with herself. She knew the story well enough. She looked rather lonely up on the big hill all alone. [/center] |
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Post by King Artorius Castus on Sept 28, 2010 18:46:53 GMT -5
Arthur slid Excalibur into the sheath, located at his side, pushing open the doors. He looked up at the dull sky, the sun was hidden by dark clouds; a typical day. Exhaling, Arthur watched his breath start to fog up, nodding curtly to some of the servants that were scurrying to and fro. Stopping for a second, Arthur watched as Helena's guards took off running, as if they were chasing somebody. Helena. Sighing, Arthur sprinted out of the doors, stopping the guards. "I'll take care of her, and you will be in need of new jobs." Arthur chastised them, ordering his servant to tackle up Andaleh.
As soon as the horse was ready, Arthur placed his foot in the stirrup, and swung up into the saddle. Giving the horse a gentle squeeze, Arthur navigated his way through the crowds of people, and up to Badon Hill. Lifting a hand, he ran it through his hair, sighing softly. Helena was like her mother in so many ways. She was stubborn, and rarely followed orders, but deep down. Arthur wouldn't have any other way. Once the two were at the top of the hill, he slowed the horse to stop, sliding out of the saddle. Helena was sitting a few yards away, covered in mud, and soaking wet. Of all the day, she had to choose the day when it rained, instead of snowed.
"Helena..." Arthur said softly, walking towards the little girl. The knight stood beside the little girl for a minute or two, not even bothering to say anything. After a little bit, he plopped down in the mud beside his daughter, looking over at her. "You shouldn't be out in the rain, especially without your guards." Arthur said softly. [/size] |
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Post by Helena Castus on Sept 28, 2010 20:08:08 GMT -5
Helena has sat down yet again still playing battle in her mind. It was getting too slippery to run around and as the rain turned into a light snow it wouldn't be easy to run in the first place. Not for a small girl like Helena anyways. She was looking around trying to figure out what she was going to do next. She knew that her guards were probably getting yelled at for letting her escape. She wondered why her father didn't give her Woad guards or strict Sarmatians like Uncle Tristan. She'd obey Uncle Bors, Dragenot, Galahad, and Tristan. She also knew they were the Knights closest to her father as well which was why they weren't exactly her personal guards of anything.
Her guards as many as she had been through in the past year didn't seem to want to take things seriously to her father and for her they didn't lighten up to play with her. She wanted them to play with her. If they did as she asked then maybe she wouldn't run as much and maybe she wouldn't get them into trouble as often. Her father and mother knew how to play and how to be stern with her at the same time. So when she wanted too she's listen to them. Grandfather had a whole other way of making her obey that she hadn't figured out yet. She was curious and playful and sometimes she just needed a friend that could act as a guard too.
She show Andaleh with her father on his back. She smiled knowing her father would play with her or at least keep her company. It was rare when she was allowed to ride her father's horse or even pet him. Her name drifted over to her. "Yes Daddy?" She questioned with an innocent and soft voice making his own and putting a little girls tone to it. She giggled as he plopped down in the mud making a splash. Her smile and giggling stopped when he said she shouldn't be out in the rain without her guards. "They were chasing me. But they wouldn't play with me. And I like the rain. Granpa says mommy used to too." She gave him a rather sad look and then stood up plopping down into his lap a second later. [/center] |
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Post by King Artorius Castus on Oct 2, 2010 13:53:31 GMT -5
Lifting a brow, Arthur watched as Helena’s guards took off running, before sprinting after them. Helena had no doubtlessly gotten away from them once again. The small child was an escape artist whenever it came down to getting away from her guards. Arthur and Guinevere had already gone through a handful of guards for Helena; each of them failing to pay attention to their daughter. The guards needed to keep their daughter occupied and out of trouble, but Helena also didn’t understand how important that it was that she was guarded. If Arthur had a choice, his daughter wouldn’t need guards, which also meant the Saxons, and all other enemies would be gone. But at the moment, that was impossible, and would probably remain impossible for a long time.
After Arthur had chastised them, and Andaleh was tacked up, Arthur placed a foot in the stirrup, and swung up into the saddle. While Andaleh navigated his way through the crowds of the streets making it easier on Arthur, while he kept his eye on his daughter. The horse and rider had been together for many years, and were in sync. As a war horse, Andaleh had learned to keep Arthur safe. As a pet, things were no different. Once they had broke from the crowds of people, the stallion entered into a canter, stretching his muscles. With a flick of the reins, Arthur pulled the horse into a stop once he neared the daughter. Sliding his foot out of the stirrup, Arthur slid down, as his boots sent mud flying.
Arthur blinked, hiding a slight smile as Helena replied to her name. She had him wrapped around her finger, but Arthur would always do whatever it took whenever it came down to her ultimate safety. ”You know better..” Arthur said softly, in reply. After a few seconds had passed, Arthur took a seat on the ground beside his daughter, watching as she stopped grinning and giggling. ”Helena, your guards are there to protect you, which means you shouldn’t be running away from them. Something bad could have happened to you.” Arthur said softly, pulling his lips up into a slight a smile as Helena plopped down in his lap. ”I know you do, Helena. But we can’t have you getting sick from it either.” Arthur said, leaning down, giving the little a kiss on the cheek.
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