[center][h1][color=B3A984]Aedan Merryn[/color][/h1]
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[hr][color=B3A984][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Kingdom of Abhainn
[color=B3A984][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Julianna Hardin [@HushedWhispers][/center][hr]

The journey into the heart of the Kingdom of Abhainn was not one that Aedan had ever expected to make without an army at his back, but it would have been foolhardy to suggest that Aedan was not pleased to be making such a journey. He had spent most of his life at war against Abhainn, and while once the lord had held a fire in his heart and a hate-fuelled rage against the Abhainnian people, many battles and scars had caused that all to fade away. Now, the general was tired, and though he knew in his heart that this peace was likely not one to last the test of time, it would at the very least allow for some respite and put an end to the constant fighting that he had been taking part in.

As the castle grew nearer ahead, Aedan urged his horse to canter up towards the front so he would be nearer to Julianna's carriage. He arrived only shortly after the carriages came to a stop, climbing down from his horse and handing the reigns off to one of his men as he moved up to see the members of the royal family. As he heard Julianna's voice heading past him, he paused and turned to face her, giving her a gentle nod but holding back his smile for a time. As she moved toward Maddox, Aedan turned back towards the men outside who had escorted them on their journey. He preferred to busy himself helping and giving them orders than simply watching, and feeling the eyes of the Abhainnian nobility upon him.

He was grateful for the fact he was not in his armour, he had brought it certainly, but knew that arriving in his armour would certainly not set the best foot forward considering the reason for their journey. Instead he wore the leathers he would usually wear beneath such armour, removing the gloves from his hands as he ordered a few of his guards to oversee the servants bringing the royal's items to their rooms. He knew that outside of his armour only a few Abhainnians would likely know of him, but with the crowd of nobles who were watching them, he figured some word may spread quickly.

Almost subconsciously, he reached up and idly touched the scar along the side of his face, glancing back towards the crowd that had gathered finally. He wondered if she was among them. Though he and Abhainn's famous battle-maiden had met many times on the field, they had never spoken outside taunting and threats, as was the way in war. Now that there was peace, even if perhaps just a temporary one, he couldn't help but hold the desire to learn who she truly was. 

He sighed and shook the thought from his head, finally turning away from his guards as he moved back up towards the royals, pointedly choosing to stand a few feet back from them all. Aedan was a man who held true to his position, regardless of how much it caused his king irritation. He knew his place all too well and he would always keep to it. Always just the loyal soldier.