((Ok, sorry for the delay. A lot of interesting bios! I'm quite amazed. ))
((One question, Eo, does your character dresses up like a man. Being female messenger would be pretty risky.))
A dusty grey horse, manes black and sweated, road through the gate of Maincastle. Dusk was approaching and it was clear the man was glad to be in.
The youngster dismounted. His horse was handled by approaching stable men. The animal gladly trotted along.
Softly, a wolves' howling cut through the silence of Maincastle, the main stronghold of the king.
Inside one of the towers' chamber, the highest in fact, fire was crackling and a man with black, stroked with a white line here and there, hair watched outside.
The king turned away from the window, looking at his wife.
"The messenger of Ingred is here." His face stood worried and slightly irritated, almost angry.
"I better call up our messenger," he gestured at a servant nearby to get Eo, "I already know my answer. I won't give up any terrain to her!"
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The servant, Edgins, parted from the kings room to get the young messenger, Eo. It was already late. He hoped the king wouldn't require the messenger to leave today. After a short walk, he arrived at Eo's door and knocked.
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Philip ran through the hallway, followed by a large wolf hound. Though Philip managed to evade some of the working servants, his hound gladly ran them over.
Since Philip was running in front, he was happily oblivious to the carnage his little race was causing.
Existed, he finally halted at a door. Two guards stood in front of it. Trying their best to ignore the prince and the hound. (The hound was barking at them with enthousiasm.)
The prince sighed, "silence, Hurst! Silence."
The hound stopped for a few moments and then restarted without much hesitation.
He grabbed the hounds muzzle. Clenching it tight. "Silence!"
Philip looked at on of the guards, "hear if my sister is ready. I want to talk to her."
He hadn't seen his sister for many years. Partly because he had been in training with another lord and partly because the young ladies lived a whole different life then the men.
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The Lord of Dumwell sat in front of the fireplace. His lady, Ingred, was standing next to it.
"What do you think he will answer?"
Ingred looked at her husband and smiled, "I don't think, my lord, he will give up any land."
"Why did you send the letter then?"
She laughed, "simple, because I know him. He will outraged and send an answer immediatly. We however, only want peace. And justice. The people will think he wanted this war."
((Oops.. well, I feel like an octopus. ))