ooh, mysterious house.

[floweredknight]

He pushes briskly through the door -- a smallish young man of eighteen or twenty, sensibly dressed out of somewhere in the Middle Ages, sturdy, dark-haired and fair-skinned; he probably looks familiar. He stops as soon as he sees where he is, and looks back over his shoulder anxiously. "Brother

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[lesser_son]

Melou startles and then almost, almost smiles, but reserves it out of habit. "Sir Florence!"

[lesser_son]

"Art thou well?"

[floweredknight]

"I'm well." He studies Melou for a moment, worriedly. "May I ask--?"

[lesser_son]

"Ay?"

[floweredknight]

"What happened?"

[lesser_son]

"My lord--my lord's war went ill."

[floweredknight]

A pause. "I don't understand."

[lesser_son]

Melou wipes his nose quickly on the back of his hand. "My lord went to war against the King."

[floweredknight]

Florence stares at him. "Thy father--?"

[lesser_son]

"Ay."

[floweredknight]

"Why?"

[lesser_son]

Uh... why? "The King betrayed him and stood by to the deaths of all his kin."

[floweredknight]

"What?" incredulously. "No."

[lesser_son]

"Ay, he did. And when he fell in battle also Melehan said we should go in his stead, and so we did."

[floweredknight]

Florence looks a little sick. "I don't understand. King Arthur--"

[lesser_son]

"Stood by when Sir Lancelot slew all mine uncles."