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Post by "Lady" Anna Glenn on Sept 30, 2009 15:00:36 GMT
Anna had come to Camelot three days previous, having gained stay at the castle. She was strolling one of the many corridors, trying to get her bareings. She wanted to be as familiar as possible with the castle.
Strolling along with her superior attitude, and not paying attention.
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Sept 30, 2009 15:10:23 GMT
Arthur had been talking to his father for the last hour or so and if he was honest he couldnt wait to get away. As he left King Uthers room he almost walked straight into a girl he had never seen before. He was quite surprised to see someone he didnt recognise in the castle, but he assumed she must be some distant relative, or worse one of the suitors his father kept picking out for him.
He arced round her in order to avoid a head-on crash, and smiled. It suddenly occurred to him that she was female, and he almost tripped over his own feet while trying to simply stand up.
"Hi. I'm Arthur...the prince...although i guess you probably know that...or maybe you dont...but hello!" He blushed red as he realised how ridiculour he must sound and he offered hsi hand for a shake, then withdrew it quickly and bowed instead.
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Post by "Lady" Anna Glenn on Sept 30, 2009 15:28:04 GMT
Anna chuckled at the flustered prince, dipping into a bow with the most amused look her face. "Yes, yes. I am aware that you are the prince, sire. But are you aware that you are?" She teased, kindly, rising from her curtsey.
"I am Anna Glenn, sire." She couldn't help but still grin. He wasn't what she had imagined at all. She hadn't seen him since she was young, and she remembered that arrogant prince that road around on a high steed with his guards, in the square as a child.
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 1, 2009 9:59:23 GMT
Arthur frowned. Of course he knew he was the prince, what was she trying to suggest here? He stood up straight and righted his ruffled tunic.
"A pleasure to meet you" Arthur couldnt stay angry at a smile. It still wasnt clear whether she was a suitor though. "So what brings you to the castle?" He asked carefully, not wanting to ask a direct question and put his foot in it already (it would definitely happen at some point soon). King Uther Pendragon was very picky about who he let stay in the castle, and if they weren't of high enough class or if he didnt like the person very much, they definitely wouldnt be allowed.
He tried to look casual as he waited for her reply and he leant one hand against the wall and crossed his legs. A precarious position for a clumsy prince.
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Post by "Lady" Anna Glenn on Oct 1, 2009 10:53:30 GMT
Well then, teasing wasn't taken very well Anna noted, trying to pretend she didn't notice. At least he smiled at all. "Sire, my kingdom was destroyed earlier this year. Dravlen, if you have heard of it. My family once knew your father, and seeing as this was the only place I could think of to seek refuge." Anna surveyed his current position, wondering if he'd be clumsy again.
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 1, 2009 17:06:50 GMT
Arthur nodded as he listened to the sad story the girl told. His father was usually cold hearted and ruthless but perhaps he had a softer side too.
"Well Anna, I hope you enjoy your stay here and that you are made to feel welcome." He smiled, "If you have any problems do come see me and...er...would you like to join my father and I for dinner tomorrow?" He felt more at ease now that he knew she wasnt one of his fathers handpicked noble ladies and he actually managed to keep his balance and poise.
"We will dine at 1 in the castel dining room. I shall inform Uther and I am sure he will be pleased to have you" With that, Arthur excused himself and went back to tell Uther about his plans.
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Post by "Lady" Anna Glenn on Oct 1, 2009 17:32:22 GMT
Anna nodded kindly, the closer she got to the Pendragons the better. "It would be my honor, sire." She curtseyed politely, rising up with a wide grin.
"Thank you for the invitation sire." Anna offered before taking her own leave.
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