[center][h1][color=256F5C]Lucan Gully[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=256F5C][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Feast
[color=256F5C][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Me, Myself and I[/center][hr]

Lucan watched closely as his family approached the royals, his brother and his father anyway. He wasn't surprised that his mother wasn't with them, she had always hated Samson, and every one of the Ainsworths by association. To a degree, that did make Lucan feel guilty, he understood his mothers ill feelings toward him as one of those sworn to protect her greatest enemies, how could he not? His thoughts were interrupted by another families approach, the Hylands. Much to the opposite of his own family, he noticed that their Lord was missing, Lucan had met the man before a few times, he was an individual to be respected.

Lucan's views on the Hylands were rather varied to those of most of his family, the Gully and the Hyland families didn't exactly trust each other, and Lucan knew that was partly, if not entirely his own fault. As the thought crossed his mind he awkwardly shifted where he stood, the scale mail of his armour rattling slightly as his palm rested idly on the pommel of his blade. A few of the Hylands moved off, and as Lucan watched them leave he caught the eye of his mother, staring at him. He could almost feel the disdain from there, a deep pit opening in his stomach as a wretched feeling filled him. It was getting harder to breathe, everything at once was building up, stifling the man. 

[color=256F5C][b]"Pardon me a moment, your grace - i'm going to get a report on the perimeter."[/b][/color] A lie, but a much-needed one. Taking a step away from the royals, he trusted the few guards around and in the alcoves above to keep watch over them as he took a few steps off toward the entrance. Although it had been crowded with people moments before, many had moved inside to the feast proper, and Lucan was able to get some fresh air. Lucan began to sympathize with his father's own disdain for gatherings such as these, but he figured the two held different reasons for such. 

He turned finally to head back into the feast, when a door to his left opened, the Lady Julia and her son Edwin stepping out a few moments after each other. He watched as they moved back into the hall, before peering into the empty room. He could not for a moment guess what they had been discussing, but for once Lucan considered perhaps there was some merit to distrusting the Hylands. Shifting his gaze back over to Julia as she moved over to his own family, he saw the growing collection of the two families - a collection he had no desire to join just yet. Wandering back in, he sighed as he moved about the rim of the feast, staying quiet as he settled somewhere away from the crowds, eyes shifting between his family, conversing with the Hylands, and the royals he was sworn to guard.

[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] Amara, [@smarty0114] Myriam, [@Ferris] Ithobal, [@Tmitche23] Julia, Emmaline, [@HushedWhispers] Juliana [@Harley Q][/center][hr]

Following his brief conversation with the royals, Arthur watched as his two sons moved away to wherever, wandering away himself to return to his own observations. He stood near the center of the hall, and even without his guards most of the nobility kept a reasonable distance between them and himself. His eyes flashed over those present from both families. Catarina and Amelia sat together conversing, there were times Arthur pitied Catarina - she was still young, still innocent, far unlike the viper her older sister had become. Amelia knew how to play the game well, and she'd earned her position as his adviser.

He turned his gaze to his eldest son, standing near the entrance with his armour and sword. Lucan may have given up his position as heir, a position he was fit for, in Arthur's eyes - but he was still an expert swordsman, a master with a blade and the Lord-Commander of the kingsguard. Arthur could not scoff at such a position, it was well-earned, and a high one indeed. Ithobal caught his eye next, chatting with Juliana. For a long time, Ithobal had been purely a disappointment to his father, and Arthur still often treated it as such, but he had to admit - the boy tried. Ithobal was making an effort to take on his role as heir, and it did show, just as well, he was an excellent sailor, and leader of men. 

His own wife, and his eldest daughter Myriam soon came into view as well as they joined Ithobal. Arthur had a complicated relationship with Myriam, on one hand, she was less ladylike than her sisters, more boyish, her interests lying elsewhere than they should have. She barely understood the game and how to play it, and she could often appear awkward. On the other hand, she was kind, compassionate, perhaps the most genuine of all the Gully's. As these thoughts crossed his mind, a smile never came to Arthur's face, he never showed such compassion - and few knew it. In fact, only his wife, Amara, knew the truth behind Arthur. He was incredibly proud of his children, all of them.

Sucking in a deep breath, Arthur clasped his hands behind his back once more and began to move toward the group which was forming, coming up behind his wife as he gently shifted a hand to rest it on the small of her back, bowing his head somewhat to the Hyland ladies across from them. [color=AA8839][b]"Lady Julia, Lady Emmaline - it has been too long."[/b][/color] His gaze shifted toward Juliana then, offering a similar nod. [color=AA8839][b]"If i'm not mistaken - you must be the Lady Juliana? Lord Arthur Gully, a pleasure."[/b][/color] He introduced himself, watching the three ladies with a plain and neutral expression, as to be expected.