Of course, haha. The Younisian princess probably wouldn't be enjoying herself that much either, since Crow would be so upset about being forced to court her ^^; It's just gonna be a train wreck
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Crow nodded when Penelope said he could use her as a ‘guard’ if his father insisted that he shouldn’t go back to the outer villages alone. Though he hadn’t even made the request yet, he had a feeling he was going to need to take her up on the offer. He already had a reputation for running, so he doubted that the king would trust him enough to let him leave on his own, since as far as anyone knew, he could just disappear while he was there. Plus, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go alone anyway. While it would be nice to speak with the other thieves in private, he knew he could very well lose his nerve about returning to the inner kingdom. If his companions tried to convince him not to go, he was going to need some help in keeping his resolve. Having the knight by his side would be the reminder he needed of why he was doing this in the first place.
As Penelope brought up the suggestion that he could always try to arrange a meeting with his companions in the inner kingdom, Crow cringed. The idea itself wasn’t bad, but if he went about it that way, the other thieves would find out that he had lied about recovering from his wound before he could have a chance to tell them in person. Given his history of deceiving them over and over in the past, he wanted to be the one to explain himself to them first. That way, he could also tell them the whole truth of the matter as well as why he had kept everything a secret from them until now.
Additionally, If the other thieves found out he was at the castle from someone else, there was a chance that they wouldn’t even show up to see him. For one thing, his companions were cautious. They could come to the conclusion that he’d been arrested while he’d been staying in the knights’ camp and assume that the knights were trying to draw them out of hiding with fake word from him requesting that they should meet him in the inner kingdom. However, even if they did believe he was the one who had really arranged the meeting, they could be so upset about the fact that he’d kept yet another major secret from them that they chose not to see him. The thought made his heart sink.
“No,” Crow shook his head after a moment of silence. “I have to see them in the outer villages. I’m certain that it’s the only way they’ll listen to me.”
Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the door that drew the thief’s attention. He turned in his chair, surprised to see Hunter step inside the room. Did the servant have news for him already? It hadn’t even been that long since he’d sent him out to speak with the king. He shifted nervously in his chair, feeling a bit more anxious about meeting with his father so soon.
However, Hunter wasn’t the only one to visit, it seemed. Shortly after the attendant entered the bed chamber, Crow wrinkled his nose as he saw the physician, Eldon, come inside. After the way the old man had treated him the day before, he was the last person the thief wanted to see. Unfortunately, if Eldon noticed his displeasure, he didn’t care.
“Ah, you’re here,” the physician said curtly, making his way over to where Crow was seated at the table. He held out a corked vial filled with a yellow-green liquid. “I was going to give this to you yesterday, but no one was here when I stopped by. This should cure that cough of yours right up.”
Crow raised a brow as he studied the medicine. “You say this is a cure?” he asked with a hint of disbelief. After going through remedy after remedy in search of a way to heal his illness, he had come to accept the fact that there was nothing more to be done. Now, suddenly, this old man thought he had a cure? It felt a bit farfetched, in his opinion.
“I do,” Eldon grunted impatiently. “Now then, I’m not going to have any more of that ‘untrusting peasant’ nonsense of yours. I have been curing diseases longer than you’ve been alive, boy. Just take it, and I’ll be by tomorrow with another dose. That your cough will be gone before the end of the week.”
Crow shot the physician a glare, disliking his attitude. However, he still accepted the vial from him, studying the liquid curiously for a moment before he uncapped the container and lifted it to his lips to down the whole thing. Like all the other medicines he’d taken, the stuff was bitter, and he was quick to chase it with a swig of wine to get rid of the aftertaste.
“Good,” Eldon nodded, seeming pleased. He took back the vial from the thief’s hand and turned towards the door, heading back out of the room almost as quickly as he’d arrived.
Once the physician was gone, Hunter took his turn to approach Crow and Penelope at the table. His eyes flicked between the two before settling on the thief, “The king wishes to meet with you right away.”
Crow blinked, casting a sideways glance at Penelope before meeting the attendant’s gaze with a nervous frown, “Right now?”
“Yes,” Hunter nodded. “He asked me to escort you to the council chamber at once.”
Sounds like Father has been eager to hear my answer, Crow thought, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. He hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Alright. I guess I’m going now then.” He stood up from his chair, and turned to Penelope once more with a hapless shrug. “I’ll see you when I get back.”
As Penelope brought up the suggestion that he could always try to arrange a meeting with his companions in the inner kingdom, Crow cringed. The idea itself wasn’t bad, but if he went about it that way, the other thieves would find out that he had lied about recovering from his wound before he could have a chance to tell them in person. Given his history of deceiving them over and over in the past, he wanted to be the one to explain himself to them first. That way, he could also tell them the whole truth of the matter as well as why he had kept everything a secret from them until now.
Additionally, If the other thieves found out he was at the castle from someone else, there was a chance that they wouldn’t even show up to see him. For one thing, his companions were cautious. They could come to the conclusion that he’d been arrested while he’d been staying in the knights’ camp and assume that the knights were trying to draw them out of hiding with fake word from him requesting that they should meet him in the inner kingdom. However, even if they did believe he was the one who had really arranged the meeting, they could be so upset about the fact that he’d kept yet another major secret from them that they chose not to see him. The thought made his heart sink.
“No,” Crow shook his head after a moment of silence. “I have to see them in the outer villages. I’m certain that it’s the only way they’ll listen to me.”
Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the door that drew the thief’s attention. He turned in his chair, surprised to see Hunter step inside the room. Did the servant have news for him already? It hadn’t even been that long since he’d sent him out to speak with the king. He shifted nervously in his chair, feeling a bit more anxious about meeting with his father so soon.
However, Hunter wasn’t the only one to visit, it seemed. Shortly after the attendant entered the bed chamber, Crow wrinkled his nose as he saw the physician, Eldon, come inside. After the way the old man had treated him the day before, he was the last person the thief wanted to see. Unfortunately, if Eldon noticed his displeasure, he didn’t care.
“Ah, you’re here,” the physician said curtly, making his way over to where Crow was seated at the table. He held out a corked vial filled with a yellow-green liquid. “I was going to give this to you yesterday, but no one was here when I stopped by. This should cure that cough of yours right up.”
Crow raised a brow as he studied the medicine. “You say this is a cure?” he asked with a hint of disbelief. After going through remedy after remedy in search of a way to heal his illness, he had come to accept the fact that there was nothing more to be done. Now, suddenly, this old man thought he had a cure? It felt a bit farfetched, in his opinion.
“I do,” Eldon grunted impatiently. “Now then, I’m not going to have any more of that ‘untrusting peasant’ nonsense of yours. I have been curing diseases longer than you’ve been alive, boy. Just take it, and I’ll be by tomorrow with another dose. That your cough will be gone before the end of the week.”
Crow shot the physician a glare, disliking his attitude. However, he still accepted the vial from him, studying the liquid curiously for a moment before he uncapped the container and lifted it to his lips to down the whole thing. Like all the other medicines he’d taken, the stuff was bitter, and he was quick to chase it with a swig of wine to get rid of the aftertaste.
“Good,” Eldon nodded, seeming pleased. He took back the vial from the thief’s hand and turned towards the door, heading back out of the room almost as quickly as he’d arrived.
Once the physician was gone, Hunter took his turn to approach Crow and Penelope at the table. His eyes flicked between the two before settling on the thief, “The king wishes to meet with you right away.”
Crow blinked, casting a sideways glance at Penelope before meeting the attendant’s gaze with a nervous frown, “Right now?”
“Yes,” Hunter nodded. “He asked me to escort you to the council chamber at once.”
Sounds like Father has been eager to hear my answer, Crow thought, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. He hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Alright. I guess I’m going now then.” He stood up from his chair, and turned to Penelope once more with a hapless shrug. “I’ll see you when I get back.”
I could definitely see Albin talking to Penelope about it without Crow knowing. That could lead to some interesting conflict too, since if they did break off the courtship, Crow would be pretty miserable because Penelope was the reason why he gave up his life as a thief to begin with
“Suit yourself,” Crow shrugged when Penelope said she’d only have a little food. All that meant was that there would be more for him, so he wasn’t going to complain if she didn’t want more. He was about to turn to head back to the table, when she spoke up again. Glancing back at her, the thief grinned. “Maybe not,” he mused. “If there is a limit, I certainly haven’t found it yet.” As she approached the table, he followed after her and took a seat beside her, picking up his plate to fill it with a second serving.
“I have a feeling my ‘limitless’ appetite has more to do with this though,” he added thoughtfully, resting a hand on his middle where the bandages were located beneath his shirt. “I still haven’t regained all the weight I lost during those two weeks when I couldn’t eat.” He tore off a piece of bread and popped it into his mouth, turning his attention back to the food in front of him as a silence fell between them. By the time Penelope spoke up again, he’d already finished off most of his second helping.
“Hm?” he turned to her, swallowing a mouthful of food as he listened to her ask if he’d changed his mind about his decision. At her offer to cause a distraction so he could escape if he had, he smirked in amusement. “I appreciate the offer, but my mind is still made up,” he chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek. “Also, I’ve already asked Hunter to tell my father that I want to speak with him this morning, so there’s no going back now. I’m going through with my decision.”
Plucking a grape from a dish of fruit, Crow lifted it to his lips and chewed thoughtfully. He was a bit surprised by the strength of his resolve that had developed since he’d made his choice the day before. Initially, he’d been quite hesitant to accept the job, but now that he’d had some time to come to terms with the fact that his life was going to be changing, it didn’t feel as suffocating as it had at the start. He was confident that he would adjust to everything with time, even if it was difficult in the beginning.
“I just hope my father will let me have the time I need to see my companions once more,” he sighed, absently swirling the remaining liquid in his wine goblet. “I don’t want to just disappear without giving them an explanation, you know? They don’t deserve that.”
“I have a feeling my ‘limitless’ appetite has more to do with this though,” he added thoughtfully, resting a hand on his middle where the bandages were located beneath his shirt. “I still haven’t regained all the weight I lost during those two weeks when I couldn’t eat.” He tore off a piece of bread and popped it into his mouth, turning his attention back to the food in front of him as a silence fell between them. By the time Penelope spoke up again, he’d already finished off most of his second helping.
“Hm?” he turned to her, swallowing a mouthful of food as he listened to her ask if he’d changed his mind about his decision. At her offer to cause a distraction so he could escape if he had, he smirked in amusement. “I appreciate the offer, but my mind is still made up,” he chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek. “Also, I’ve already asked Hunter to tell my father that I want to speak with him this morning, so there’s no going back now. I’m going through with my decision.”
Plucking a grape from a dish of fruit, Crow lifted it to his lips and chewed thoughtfully. He was a bit surprised by the strength of his resolve that had developed since he’d made his choice the day before. Initially, he’d been quite hesitant to accept the job, but now that he’d had some time to come to terms with the fact that his life was going to be changing, it didn’t feel as suffocating as it had at the start. He was confident that he would adjust to everything with time, even if it was difficult in the beginning.
“I just hope my father will let me have the time I need to see my companions once more,” he sighed, absently swirling the remaining liquid in his wine goblet. “I don’t want to just disappear without giving them an explanation, you know? They don’t deserve that.”
I feel like Crow and Albin are gonna have a fight over it too, since Crow will be like "But I'm already courting someone else" and Albin will just play the parent card ^^;
The next morning, Crow was awoken by a knock on his door, followed by the familiar figure of Hunter, who had come inside to clean away the plates from supper. The thief stretched tiredly and sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes with the heel of him palm as his lingering weariness began to subside. The attendant glanced in his direction when he noticed him move, his brown eyes flickering down to the bandages around his chest before returning to his face with a slightly uncomfortable expression, as if he was imagining the suturing beneath them again.
Crow studied the nervous servant for a moment before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed to get up. “’Morning,” he greeted him in a friendly manner as he put his clothes back on, hoping to distract the uncomfortable attendant by covering up the bandages and making small talk with him.
“Good morning,” Hunter dipped his head slightly, averting his gaze from the thief as he began setting up the breakfast dishes he’d brought. There was a brief pause before he added: “How are you feeling today?”
Crow eyed him with an amused look. It was obvious that the attendant was referring to his wound when he asked the question, even though he had assured him that his injury was healing well enough. “Fine,” he answered with a casual shrug, making his way over to the table once he’d finished getting dressed. Like always, there was a wide assortment of dishes for him to try. His mouth watered as he spotted bread with butter: yet another luxury peasants of the outer villages couldn’t afford. Aside from the two or three times he’d managed to swipe some from the local guards, he never got the chance to eat it either.
“I’ll leave you to your meal,” Hunter dipped his head again and turned to leave.
Snapping out of his distraction, Crow quickly looked up from the food, “Wait. I’ve got a request.”
“Yes?” Hunter frowned, turning back around with a curious expression.
Crow hesitated for a moment before going on, “Could you tell King Mannering that I’d like to speak with him this morning?”
Hunter stared at him contemplatively for a moment before giving a curt nod, “Of course. I’ll speak with him right away.”
“Thank you,” Crow offered him a half smile, feeling both relieved and nervous about meeting with his father. He watched as the attendant exited the room and then sat down at the table, filling a plate with food to eat for breakfast. As usual, he finished everything off quickly, but before he could reach for a second helping, he heard another knock on the door.
The thief looked up and grinned when he saw that it was Penelope who had come to see him this time. Standing up from the table, he stepped over to meet her halfway in an eager embrace. “Long time no see,” he smirked at her jokingly, leaning down to kiss her on the nose. “Want to help me finish all this food again?”
Crow studied the nervous servant for a moment before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed to get up. “’Morning,” he greeted him in a friendly manner as he put his clothes back on, hoping to distract the uncomfortable attendant by covering up the bandages and making small talk with him.
“Good morning,” Hunter dipped his head slightly, averting his gaze from the thief as he began setting up the breakfast dishes he’d brought. There was a brief pause before he added: “How are you feeling today?”
Crow eyed him with an amused look. It was obvious that the attendant was referring to his wound when he asked the question, even though he had assured him that his injury was healing well enough. “Fine,” he answered with a casual shrug, making his way over to the table once he’d finished getting dressed. Like always, there was a wide assortment of dishes for him to try. His mouth watered as he spotted bread with butter: yet another luxury peasants of the outer villages couldn’t afford. Aside from the two or three times he’d managed to swipe some from the local guards, he never got the chance to eat it either.
“I’ll leave you to your meal,” Hunter dipped his head again and turned to leave.
Snapping out of his distraction, Crow quickly looked up from the food, “Wait. I’ve got a request.”
“Yes?” Hunter frowned, turning back around with a curious expression.
Crow hesitated for a moment before going on, “Could you tell King Mannering that I’d like to speak with him this morning?”
Hunter stared at him contemplatively for a moment before giving a curt nod, “Of course. I’ll speak with him right away.”
“Thank you,” Crow offered him a half smile, feeling both relieved and nervous about meeting with his father. He watched as the attendant exited the room and then sat down at the table, filling a plate with food to eat for breakfast. As usual, he finished everything off quickly, but before he could reach for a second helping, he heard another knock on the door.
The thief looked up and grinned when he saw that it was Penelope who had come to see him this time. Standing up from the table, he stepped over to meet her halfway in an eager embrace. “Long time no see,” he smirked at her jokingly, leaning down to kiss her on the nose. “Want to help me finish all this food again?”
That's gonna be a mess xD
Yeah, that's gonna be awkward, especially if she shows up after John gave Crow his blessing ^^;
Yeah, that's gonna be awkward, especially if she shows up after John gave Crow his blessing ^^;
Crow frowned disappointedly as the knights prepared to leave. He’d been hoping to get at least a little more time alone with Penelope, since John had interrupted them earlier. However, he supposed he was expecting too much. The older knight was still clearly disgruntled about catching them sleeping together, so it made sense that he would want to separate them as soon as he could. Of course, that didn’t mean the thief had to like it. He let out a soft huff as John turned around to leave but chose not to argue about it, since he didn’t want to anger the other man while he was finally calming down.
When Penelope leaned up to kiss his cheek, he softened a bit and turned to look at her. “I guess so,” he shrugged with a hapless smile. “Goodnight, love.” Though he wished she would stay with him longer, he supposed it would just have to be good enough that he would see her in the morning. Besides, it wasn’t like they had anything else to do if she lingered. He was too tired to hold much of a conversation, and her father had quite successfully killed the mood by walking in on them, so he didn’t really want to try being intimate with her again that night either. Honestly, the more he thought about it, the better sleep sounded to him at the moment.
Once the knights left, Crow stretched languidly and wandered back to the side of the bed with a weary yawn. He slipped back out of his clothes, remembering how warm the layers of sheets had been the previous night, and laid down as his exhaustion from the long day finally caught up with him. Thinking over everything, it was hard to believe just how much had changed in the span of one day. Penelope was on her way to ending the war, he’d discovered that he had siblings, and he had decided that he was going to leave his lawless life behind to become his father’s ambassador. With his upcoming conversation with the king, he had a feeling that tomorrow wasn’t going to be any less crazy either.
So, knowing that he was going to need as much rest as he could get, the thief settled down comfortably on his side and let out his breath in a slow exhale as he drifted off to sleep.
When Penelope leaned up to kiss his cheek, he softened a bit and turned to look at her. “I guess so,” he shrugged with a hapless smile. “Goodnight, love.” Though he wished she would stay with him longer, he supposed it would just have to be good enough that he would see her in the morning. Besides, it wasn’t like they had anything else to do if she lingered. He was too tired to hold much of a conversation, and her father had quite successfully killed the mood by walking in on them, so he didn’t really want to try being intimate with her again that night either. Honestly, the more he thought about it, the better sleep sounded to him at the moment.
Once the knights left, Crow stretched languidly and wandered back to the side of the bed with a weary yawn. He slipped back out of his clothes, remembering how warm the layers of sheets had been the previous night, and laid down as his exhaustion from the long day finally caught up with him. Thinking over everything, it was hard to believe just how much had changed in the span of one day. Penelope was on her way to ending the war, he’d discovered that he had siblings, and he had decided that he was going to leave his lawless life behind to become his father’s ambassador. With his upcoming conversation with the king, he had a feeling that tomorrow wasn’t going to be any less crazy either.
So, knowing that he was going to need as much rest as he could get, the thief settled down comfortably on his side and let out his breath in a slow exhale as he drifted off to sleep.
I see Crow getting annoyed about that real fast xD
He's secretly really excited about the fact that John might give his blessing later
He's secretly really excited about the fact that John might give his blessing later
Crow snorted when John said that accepting his father’s offer was ‘the smartest decision he’d ever made.’ It wasn’t like denying the job would have been that much worse. He and Penelope still could have had a decent life in Farhill, since he was a successful enough thief to support them both well enough to get by in the poor outer villages. He’d just decided on his own that he didn’t want to make her give anything up for him as long as there was a way for him to prevent her from doing so. So, even though he agreed that becoming the king’s viceroy was the better choice, he didn’t like the way the older knight acted like he would have been a fool to choose to continue being a peasant criminal.
As John went on to ask if they were expecting him to approve of a courtship between them, Crow blinked, caught a bit off guard by the question. After everything the knight had said about wanting to separate them, those words were the last that the thief had expected to come out of his mouth. He shifted his weight, unsure what to say. He didn’t necessarily feel like he needed John’s blessing to be with Penelope, since, in his opinion, they were perfectly capable of choosing to be together without anyone else’s involvement, but there was a small part of him that felt it would be nice to know that her father approved of him.
However, before he could say anything, he glanced at Penelope as she spoke up first. It seemed that she wanted her father to approve of him as well. He turned back to the older knight, studying his reaction as Penelope went on to tell her father that she planned to be with him, implying that they weren’t going to end things no matter what he thought of their relationship. John’s facial expression was difficult to read as he took in everything his daughter was saying, and the thief held his breath as he waited to hear his response.
“I’ll think about it.”
Crow’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. It may not have been an outright ‘yes,’ but it certainly wasn’t a ‘no’ either. His heartbeat quickened in his chest. He’d never thought he was the type of man to earn any father’s blessing, let alone the father of a noblewoman. In fact, he’d always just assumed that if he ever married, it would be because someone chose to be with him in spite of her father’s opinion. The possibility that John would actually give him permission to court his daughter made the thief feel unexpectedly eager to prove himself.
He nodded dazedly as John said that he’d taken a step in the right direction. “Hopefully that won’t be the only one then,” he said, casting a fond smile at Penelope and reaching out to give her hand a gentle squeeze.
John just grunted in response before gesturing to his daughter, “Come on; it’s getting late. We’re going back to our own sleeping quarters now.”
As John went on to ask if they were expecting him to approve of a courtship between them, Crow blinked, caught a bit off guard by the question. After everything the knight had said about wanting to separate them, those words were the last that the thief had expected to come out of his mouth. He shifted his weight, unsure what to say. He didn’t necessarily feel like he needed John’s blessing to be with Penelope, since, in his opinion, they were perfectly capable of choosing to be together without anyone else’s involvement, but there was a small part of him that felt it would be nice to know that her father approved of him.
However, before he could say anything, he glanced at Penelope as she spoke up first. It seemed that she wanted her father to approve of him as well. He turned back to the older knight, studying his reaction as Penelope went on to tell her father that she planned to be with him, implying that they weren’t going to end things no matter what he thought of their relationship. John’s facial expression was difficult to read as he took in everything his daughter was saying, and the thief held his breath as he waited to hear his response.
“I’ll think about it.”
Crow’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. It may not have been an outright ‘yes,’ but it certainly wasn’t a ‘no’ either. His heartbeat quickened in his chest. He’d never thought he was the type of man to earn any father’s blessing, let alone the father of a noblewoman. In fact, he’d always just assumed that if he ever married, it would be because someone chose to be with him in spite of her father’s opinion. The possibility that John would actually give him permission to court his daughter made the thief feel unexpectedly eager to prove himself.
He nodded dazedly as John said that he’d taken a step in the right direction. “Hopefully that won’t be the only one then,” he said, casting a fond smile at Penelope and reaching out to give her hand a gentle squeeze.
John just grunted in response before gesturing to his daughter, “Come on; it’s getting late. We’re going back to our own sleeping quarters now.”
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