[center][h2][color=8493ca]William Pengrance[/color][/h2][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/f90758ceded930e71c9bf0937f9b8553/tumblr_my5vmp29GX1sg46e8o1_500.gif[/img][hr][color=8493ca][b]Location;[/b][/color] Kingdom of Abhainn
[color=8493ca][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] Amaryliss Ward[sub][@Pundii][/sub] and Lady Alice[sub][@Lionhearted][/sub][/center][hr][hr]With wind blowing through his hairs, William sped through the forest to eventually reach the clearing. In the distance he already saw them. The carriages bringing his future queen. One forced upon him through some peace treaty. William had no quarrels with his father. But the peace was a foolish choice. Even with the best intentions, William could not understand why his old man chose that fate for his kingdom. The kingdom of Henry the Conqueror. So many generations ago a man built himself a kingdom and took half of Slibah. Now here they stood, trying to erase that conquest, as well as generations of Abhainn blood spilled on the battlefield with a thin wedding veil. If it was William’s choice, he’d reject the peace and the wedding. He’d rally the lords and knights once more and charge for his king. But it wasn’t William’s choice. It would never be his choice and he had resigned himself to that fate a long time ago.

Still, that didn’t mean he had to appear to be appeased by it. Quite the contrary, William chose to be rebellious. He left the castle a few days ago to go hunting. Giving the steward quite a headache. Or so he’d like. Of course, not showing up at all to great the many lords and ladies of Slibah would be an offense he could not make. Still, he made other choices. Like arriving drenched in sweat, smelling rather earthly for days in the woods. His hair was an absolute mess and to the side of his horse he strapped 3 dead rabbits. Small spots of blood visible on their fur. They’d make wonderful mittens for the winter. William arrived just after King Jack murdered his announcer. Still, he noticed the body being dragged away from the place, which earned a raised eye brow. It wasn’t someone from Abhainn. Or at least nobody he knew, so why care? As he looked back up towards the crowd, one of the stewards approached.

“My prince, you can’t!” He pleaded, almost desperate. “You must understand. There are other lords here. And [i]ladies[/i].” The way he said ladies disturbed William. “You must bathe. Or at least change your clothes. I insist.” The steward could insist all he wanted. Will didn’t care. In fact, he chose the outfit many days ago precisely because he know how his older half-brother went. Regal in deep red and royal gold. A true king greeting his queen. Will also knew how Julianna would look. Or at least, he took a guess. Long dress, a beautiful crown. Rings. Jewels. But on the opposite of all that, William would stand. Dressed in mud-brown with green. More like a huntsman than a prince. Even with the bow still strapped on his back. He had considered to offer her the slain rabbits as a gift. But he’d probably earn a scolding from his brother for that one and he could do with one now.

Still, not caring at all for the stewards pleads, William moved himself through the crowd. Until he spotted a rather surprising beauty: Lady Amaryllis. William barely recognized her. He was far too young when she left. Only after then did he start to hear the gossips about her. Right to the point where they absolutely ran wild. Was there truth to them? William couldn’t say. But as he strode straight towards her, he hoped some of it was. But then he saw Lady Alice, as well. Another admirer. Of course, the old flames came to see what replaced them. It was a bit of a crude thought, William knew. But why else would someone like Lady Alice stand here, outside? William knew of the lady’s hunger for power.

He approached both women from behind, looking over them to see his Queen in waiting: Julianna. Stunning, but Slibah. Which made his stomach clench. How could his brother even stand the sight of her? [color=8493ca]“Lady Amaryllis. What a pleasant surprise.”[/color] He came to stand next to her, not taking his gaze off Julianna. She was far too close to his brother.[color=8493ca] “What a beauty.”[/color] He said, though there was something off in his voice. A tone that sound a bit wrong. [color=8493ca]“How many days do you think it will hold?”[/color] That was straight out of line. And he knew it. But right now he was amongst, what he hoped he could consider, someone with an equal goal. He barely could stand the sight alone.