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Phillipa Rout was actually an average girl, despite being the lady-in-waiting to the Princess of Wales. She had been born into a middle-class family and educated at home, and then had found favor in eyes of the king.He had found her the perfect companion for his young daughter-in-law.
She was actually quite pretty in the eyes of the court, although not to herself. Her brilliant green eyes were always filled with happiness, and she had beautiful long golden blonde hair that had attracted many a suitor. She also had a mind that could stimulate another, instead of being a trophy to be hanged.
At the moment she sat in a chair in the high part of the stands, only slightly lower then her lady, but bored non-the-less. Adhamar was again boasting of how he brought down the great and mighty Sir Ulrich von Liechtenstein.Frankly she found him annoying. She smiled as she thought of the Prince’s plans for the morning. She couldn’t wait to see Adhamar’s face as he realized that not only had he not brought down his valiant opponent, he was now a commoner, knighted.
Which meant that all the people would be cheering him on.
She watched as Prince Edward and his wife, the Princess Anne walked up to their seats.She stood and bowed to them as they passed and sat down. Anne smiled down on her close companion.Today was going to a good day. Neither Anne nor Phillipa had ever liked Adhamar, and were as fond of William as Edward.
“Has William agreed to fight Adhamar again, my lord?” She asked Edward.
“Yes, he will.”Edward smiled at the mention of his new friend.“Ah, look.There is his herald and one of his squires.He must be here already.”Phillipa looked over to where Edward was pointing.Her heart stopped when her green eyes met a pair of crystal blue ones.
Geoffrey Chaucer. That man had been in her life at various points her whole life. She could remember when she was very young going to her cousin John of Gout’s home in the country.
At that time he had been a page, only 14 years old. Granted at the time he seemed adult to her seven year old mind.Her cousin spoke highly of him and she often would sneak around following him, to see what was so special about him.She found nothing unusual, except that he had a taste for the satire and sarcasm.
She hadn’t seen him again after he joined the king’s forces at 15 until the tournaments. She had been in disguise, as had Anne and Edward, hoping to participate in the joust. To everyone she was just Cat, the personal maid to the wife of Sir Thomas Corwell. He had given that amazing introduction that day, which had made them all smile. They had chatted that night while the banquet went on, discussing various topics. It was interesting to see how his mind worked, and she finally saw what was different about him. He had the wildest imagination she had ever seen. Unfortunately it was that night she had fallen in love with him. She turned away from his gaze, not wanting to think anymore about him
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Geoff watched as she turned away He closed his eyes and sighed. He could admit he really hadn’t reacted like he should have when he found out that she wasn’t whom she had said she was.After all, how many lies had he told in the last few months.
He turned away and started to help Wat saddle the horse while Roland helped Will into his armor. Wat noticed the sad look in his friend’s eyes but decided not to comment on it.