Oh, What a Beautiful Morning (open)

[sheriff_vaizey]

Who: Open to Michaelmas partygoers
What: An after-party brunch
Where: Nottingham Castle, Great Hall
When: 30 September, late morning

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[nico_debeaumont]

The Lady Marian seemed a little perturbed when Nico mentioned her suitor. Perhaps the two had had a lover's tiff the evening before. She certainly seemed weighed down by some knowledge or remembrance this morning. It seemed that Guy was not well schooled in keeping women happy, if the story about her bolting from the altar were true. Or - Christ, Nico could have kicked himself for his stupidity - more likely her father's whereabouts was the main source of her unhappiness. Nicholas found it hard to imagine what crimes Edward had committed in order to justify his imprisonment. Although as a younger man he'd rarely encountered the man, he'd always remembered Sheriff Fitzwalter as a somewhat even-handed official. His father had always seemed to hold the man in rather high regard. God's eyes, he ached to ask for the truth, but it would be unseemly beyond tolerance. It was doubtful Guy would offer up the information willingly after the brief exchange they'd shared at the ball. It had been enjoyable to repay the man's aloof and disinterested greeting in kind, but surely Guy's disposition to him was now even sourer than before. The only remaining option that was certain was the new Sheriff himself, and he was still too much of an unknown quantity. There was much important business to be discussed regarding Clun, taxes and the council of nobles before personal curiosities were permissible for conversation. Papa had oftentimes complained about long and tedious meetings of local lords. Now it was his turn to shelve private agenda and interest in service of his family's land and the tenants that worked it. Up to a point. There was still much to be pursued for his own sake, if only he knew what options lay before him. There had to be some joy to be found in politics. If not in securing the fulfilment of ends he deemed worthy, what else could it be?

He barked a short laugh in response to the Lady's account of Guy's attitudes to those who were unknown to him. "What you say is true. True, and extremely delicate. I hope he appreciates your capacity for discretion. What troubles me is that we are not strangers, he and I. When we were young, I considered him a firm friend. It pains me to find myself so estranged from a former confidante." He brightened. "But let us not speak of such matters. I trust you survived last night's festivities unmolested by outlaws?"

[not_a_maid]

She didn't know if she should laugh along with him when he laughed, but the sound was short that there was little time to think about it. Since when did she start debating if a time to laugh was right? Mentally rolling her eyes at herself, she kept her smile in place. She didn't want to seem like she lacked in manners, she just didn't know the right reaction at the moment. Was unsure about what was actually funny about what she said. Deciding to stop thinking too much on it, she just in time to catch him speaking again. Good, it would appear she had said nothing too forward or out of line and if she wanted to appear the perfect Lady, under the thumb of the Sheriff and Guy, then she had to stay in order.

"Perhaps Guy has much changed since the days you knew him?"

It was a possibility. If Sir Nicholas had been at war he would not have seen Guy for a while and time changed people. Guy had spent time in the Sheriff's service and that was enough to change someone, and not for the better. But of course the thought that time changed someone gave her hope. Perhaps one day Guy would become a better man, something she saw in him occasionally made her think it possible.

She was pulled from her thoughts at the question, pushing back a smile of happy rememberance and turning it into a smile of thanks for apparent concern. Not that he had the need to be concerned, he hardly knew her. But, once again, it was the polite thing to do.

"Well I was present when one of them showed up in the ball, but other than that incident yes, I was lucky enough to go the night without meeting one of them."

A lie. Complete and utter lie and she had no option but to utter it. She couldn't say that she had indeed met up with the outlaws, that the very outlaw who she was referring to seeing had, not long before his arrest, been in her embrace. It brought her mind back to exactly what was bound to be happening in the dungeons and she found it hard to keep the smile on her face after that.

[nico_debeaumont]

Nicholas gave a wry smile. "Perhaps he has changed, but not in demeanour. He was always the same when I knew him. His attitude to me; now that has changed, and as of yet I do not know why." The Lady seemed perfectly comfortable discussing the personality and theoretical motivations of her beau, and since Nico was as yet unaware of what drove the man these days, it would be certainly wise to encourage her to continue. He noticed her face cloud once more at the mention of outlaws, and frowned at his oversight.

"Please, forgive me;" he said to her quietly. "I am aware of to whom you were betrothed before I left for battle, and I should have recalled it sooner. I am sure you do not wish to dwell on what has become of a previous friend." It had been in his thoughts recently. It was an oversight brought by too much wine and too little sleep. Women were sensitive about such things, he knew. Even though Robin was now an outlaw, he expected some part of the young girl would mourn the man once he met his fate. It was inevitable. Their bodies might be weak, but women's hearts were resistant to all earthly powers. Once one had loved, she did not forget.

There was more to speak of on the subject of Guy, but Nico suspected he had soured the mood for now. He decided to let the girl choose for herself whether or not the conversation should continue. He did not want to press the subject too firmly when she was clearly not of the best humour.

[not_a_maid]

She wanted to question him, make him give more details about what had changed in his reaction to Nicholas but something told her she had to stop the interrogation. She barely knew the man and so many questions was not the best thing for a first meeting. Perhaps, if she got to know him better, she could discuss this matter in a more detailed manner. She always wanted to know more about Guy since he wasn't so willing to speak so she would find out from other sources if she had to.

She kept her gaze away from him at his apology. She should tell him there was nothing to forgive and give him that gentle smile, but she couldn't bring herself to. But perhaps he would think she was simply thinking on what could have been. Most men thought women incapable of moving on completely, and it would suit her slightly for him to think that was all that was wrong. But the mere mention of Robin pulled her thoughts even more to the man who was currently being held in the dungeons below. She use to think she would be happy never to see him again after the hurt he had caused her when he left. But she wanted him safe and staying up in the brunch was not helping.

"Do not worry," she said quietly before putting on a smile, that brave face she was use to putting over her features. "It is the past."

She was starting to regret coming here despite the orders she was given. Looking down at her long forgotten goblet, she passed it to a servant before straightening. She should get out of here and work out a plan. Something, anything to get Robin free. And staying amongst his captors wasn't going to help.

"Forgive me, Sir Nicholas, I am needed elsewhere. It was a pleasure speaking with you and I hope to continue a conversation with you another time."

She had to get out of here.

[nico_debeaumont]

Even as Nicholas offered apologies, she could not bring herself to eye contact. It was endearing. More than that; it was outright coquettish, although almost certainly not deliberate. A part of him stirred, despite his fatigue. A woman with the stomach for a fight that could still control her emotions. Unusual. Small wonder Guy was so eager to marry the woman, even after their abortive wedding. God in Heaven, he would have to know this woman better. Her head was full of things he burned to hear. This woman, this little slip, had hit Guy of Gisborne in front of a church full of spectators, and still walked and breathed. And most likely she carried more tantalising information about Nottinghamshire's inhabitants than the Sheriff himself...of whom Nicholas still had need to make aquaintance.

"It was a pleasure to meet again," replied Nico honestly, bowing his head slightly. "Please convey my greetings to your father when next you see him."

[not_a_maid]

She looked up at him when he began to talk, smiling at the bow of his head. He was a gentleman it would seem, and she was still unsure on what to make of him. A man who appeared to be on Richard's side, or was that just for appearance sake. After all the Sheriff had often 'celebrated the King's birthday'. She would have to keep a close eye on Sir Nicholas when she didn't have other things occupying her, mainly the outlaw currently being held below her in the dungeons. And then he mentioned the other man currently being held in the same situation only she knew the treatment Robin was receiving was different to that her father was getting. She was glad, of course, that her father wasn't being hurt like Robin no doubt was but that didn't mean she was happy that either man was locked there.

"I shall," she said with a nod. "Another time, Sir."

With that, she smiled and stepped back before walking away, intent on making the door. She knew she had no need to stay, enough people had seen her for the Sheriff to know she had obeyed his command. She had to plan, however, and standing up here wasn't going to help.