[For Guinevere] Dinner with the Queen... Wait, Whut?
Sir Malcolm D'Reynald.... If his mother and those forty hands who'd been father and brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles to him could see him now, all duded up (and likely nursing a few bruises from the joust), with a fancy title and all. A title that he's earned, though it still puzzles him how that came about. All he did was The Right Thing by a lady who needed help in a crisis.
But he'll approach the room to which his lady queen invited him to dine with her, kitted out in a black frock coat over a cloth of goat waistcoat and a red satin tie. He might be adjusting his wing collar, pretending he isn't feeling a bit over-dressed.
Still, at the end of the day, she's a pretty woman and he'd be lying if he didn't admit that she's caught his eye for quite some time....
Backdated to the night of the tourney.
But he'll approach the room to which his lady queen invited him to dine with her, kitted out in a black frock coat over a cloth of goat waistcoat and a red satin tie. He might be adjusting his wing collar, pretending he isn't feeling a bit over-dressed.
Still, at the end of the day, she's a pretty woman and he'd be lying if he didn't admit that she's caught his eye for quite some time....
Backdated to the night of the tourney.