Introduction!

[lot_in_life]

There is a man coming up the lawn from the lake, carrying a string of cleaned perch and looking more disgruntled with every step

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[inglewoodblues]

Ragnelle casts him an amused, dimpling glance. "Lacking, sir?"

[lot_in_life]

"More like over stocked."

He nudges a particularly overabundant hydranga with his toe.

[inglewoodblues]

"For the present. I pray thee, thy name?"

[lot_in_life]

Eyebrooooooows at the intimate but hey, whatever. "Lot, King of Orkney and Lothian."

Sometimes, he leaves off Lothian because he loves Orkney better, but he remembers this time. "And you, lady?"

[inglewoodblues]

"Dame Ragnelle, of Inglewood, and Orkney, and Lothian." Dimples!

[lot_in_life]

...

...."One presumes there is a marriage in there, Dame Ragnelle."

[inglewoodblues]

"To thy son, sir."

[lot_in_life]

...

"...Which one?"

[inglewoodblues]

"Gawain, may it please thee, but an it do not I cannot say I would have any of the others."

[lot_in_life]

Snort. "Well. Huh. Pleased to meet you."

[inglewoodblues]

She makes him a sweeping curtsy. "Mary, my honour."

[lot_in_life]

...Aw, hell, now he has to bow. He does, with the same well balanced grace as his son.

[inglewoodblues]

Eeee. ♥ "Thy son is a fine man," more warmly.

[lot_in_life]

"Good," Lot says, a little gruffly. He was never entirely sure what the hell to do with Gawain, who was at the same time ridiculously self sufficient and grown up and all tiny and dependent and -

Fatherhood is intimidating and weird, okay?

[inglewoodblues]

Wow, Lot, how did all your kids manage to have your fatherhood issues?

"He won me by virtue of keeping his King's foolish promises." She's totally going to tell you ALL ABOUT IT, Lot.

[lot_in_life]

Heredity!

There's going to be TMI ahead, isn't there? But Lot is a rather vindictive creature at times, and he grins. "Oh ho? Arthur's foolish promises?"