[center][h1][color=256F5C]Lucan Gully[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=256F5C][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outside the Princess' Room -> The Feast
[color=256F5C][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Princess Madeline [@MissCapnCrunch][/center][hr]

Turning to the door as it opened, Lucan smiled to Madeline as she left the room, giving her a slight bow. [color=256F5C][b]"Princess, you look radiant as ever."[/b][/color] He complimented her with a smile, following after her as she began to move down the hall. It was fairly often that Lucan was paired with the princess, more often than he was assigned to protect the king himself. Continuing down the corridor, it didn't take long before they reached the festivities. Remaining relatively close to the princess as they walked, he gently pulled her seat out for her before moving to her side once she'd sat down, giving the King and Queen a brief bow. 

Most of the other kingsguard were around the periphery of the feast, or outside, in the middle of it all, Lucan stuck out like a sore thumb in his armour. His eyes drifted about, and it didn't take long before he spotted his family. His father was exactly how he assumed he would be, standing with his head turned high, speaking with his brother, he had his characteristic frown and seemed none-too-pleased about any of the festivities. As he saw his father look in his direction, he gave him a slight nod in respect. There had always been a tension between himself and his father since he left for the kingsguard, for most of his life, Lucan had been trained to be the ideal heir to the Gully name, and he'd thrown it aside.

Turning his gaze over to the side, he caught a glimpse of the other noteworthy family, the Hylands. It didn't take long before his eyes settled on Emmaline, and a wretched feeling, something he figured was close to guilt, welled in his stomach. It'd been a while since he'd seen her last, and she'd been none-too-pleased with him the last time, he wouldn't have been surprised if that was still the case. One of the women in their family he was certain would be displeased however was her mother, Julia. Lucan had seen first-hand Lady Julia's more blunt, mean side, though - she was a far cry from his father.

Turning his gaze away again with a sigh, Lucan set his gaze on one of the men who approached to offer a gift to the Princess. He smiled half-heartedly as Madeline seemed pleased at the necklace, before that smile faded at Samson's comment. Lucan had a fair relationship with the king, but even he admitted that the man could appear like something of an ass from time to time. As Madeline stood and spoke, Lucan smiled softly in her direction, watching as she sat again and leaning over to speak quietly to her. [color=256F5C][b]"Well spoken, Princess - very queenly."[/b][/color] He smiled to her.

[center][h1][color=AA8839]Arthur Gully[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=AA8839][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Feast
[color=AA8839][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Amelia, [@smarty0114] Catarina, [@Buddha] Myriam, [@Ferris] Ithobal, [@Tmitche23] Samson, Margaret, Madeline [@MissCapnCrunch][/center][hr]

Watching his children, Arthur's frown shifted into a more neutral expression. He still did not exactly seem pleased by everything, but at the very least, he did not seem so disdainful. The straight line of his mouth was often the closest Arthur ever got to smiling. Looking past his kids, he saw Amelia as she began to approach them again. When it came to being proud of his children, Amelia was perhaps the one Arthur was most proud of, but he knew well enough to keep her at arms length. She knew the game, and she knew how to play it well, so of course Arthur knew not to trust her entirely. He gave her a nod to her apology, glancing back toward Ithobal. 

His attention was stolen however by his youngest daughter. Hearing her speak to him, he watched as he heard her excitable words. In another situation he would have been stern with the girl, told her to quiet down and take on a more ladylike stature, but he did not wish to draw any attention by speaking harshly to her. He figured his appearance would be enough. Watching Catarina, his lips shifted downward into a slight frown, and his eyes focused on her in a way that said a hundred words. In many ways, Arthur could communicate far better through a look than he ever could through words, there was something immense behind each look the man gave, a sense of power.

Once he was sure Catarina had gotten the understanding of his look, he turned his gaze back toward Ithobal, watching as he gave his gifts out to his sisters. [color=AA8839][b]"Indeed, we should go speak to them. Myriam, go find your mother, hm?"[/b][/color] Although the words indicated a suggestion, it was fairly clear that it was intended as an order. Turning his gaze to the royals, Arthur's eyes found those of his eldest, Lucan. Watching the boy, he turned his head upward somewhat, and sucked in a breath, Arthur was still disappointed in Lucan for giving up his responsibilities, but to a degree he understood the benefit of his son's position to his own family.

Beginning to approach the royals, Arthur turned his head and spoke softly toward Ithobal, for once, there did not seem to be a harsh tone to his voice, he spoke more plainly. [color=AA8839][b]"Today may determine the future of our family."[/b][/color] He began, shifting his hands behind his back and clasping them together. [color=AA8839][b]"You have the opportunity to establish an incredible dynasty for the Gully House, and I am confident you may bring us to that."[/b][/color] He kept his gaze on Ithobal as he spoke, pausing for a moment to make sure Ithobal acknowledged them before he turned his gaze back to the royals as he approached.

As they reached them, Arthur became a different man, he bowed his head to the King and Queen, and as he turned to the Princess he did something most peculiar - he smiled. [color=AA8839][b]"Your Grace, Princess Madeline."[/b][/color] He greeted them both. For many years Arthur had something of a close relationship with King Samson, having protected his interests during the Malver rebellion, he had often been called to advise or even lead some of the King's own forces in battles since. [color=AA8839][b]"The Gully's are most pleased to be here for the celebrations of your name-day, Princess, my Son and Heir here, Ithobal - will be fighting for your hand."[/b][/color] He motioned to Ithobal with the same smile on his face, eyes drifting to Lucan for a moment. [color=AA8839][b]"Though I do hope my eldest has been taking good care to protect you as lord-commander, Your Graces."[/b][/color]