Post by Grace de Beaumont on Nov 14, 2009 1:07:56 GMT
Grace's demeanor softened by the older man's words, his rough yet tactful statements mollifying her youthful sense of dignity. "Dear Richard," she said with a smile, placing her hand briefly on his arm. "Your methods I may find vexing but I will never question your loyalty. You've proven yourself the best of men, and the truest friend a homeless girl could ever hope for. I, too, am sorry."
Pausing to allow the man to walk ahead as was proper, Grace glanced up at the walls of Camelot. Would this great city hold the answers she had been seeking for so long? Would she at last find out who had killed her family, and further yet, would she have the strength and the will to bring them to justice?
Grace's brow scrunched down with determination and no small amount of worry as she fixed her eyes on Richard's back as they passed through the great walls and into Camelot.
[ended]
Pausing to allow the man to walk ahead as was proper, Grace glanced up at the walls of Camelot. Would this great city hold the answers she had been seeking for so long? Would she at last find out who had killed her family, and further yet, would she have the strength and the will to bring them to justice?
Grace's brow scrunched down with determination and no small amount of worry as she fixed her eyes on Richard's back as they passed through the great walls and into Camelot.
[ended]
