I still have no idea what Crow's father is going to think about everything, since he was the one who had arranged his marriage to the Younisian princess xD
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Crow rose to his feet with Penelope as she stood up, stretching his legs as he loosened up to begin the long walk back to the inner kingdom. He hung back slightly as she said her goodbyes to her comrades and let his eyes wander over the rest of the camp once more. This place wasn’t exactly where he pictured saying goodbye to the outer villages, but he supposed it was fitting. In a way, it was like a small transition into his new life of nobility, since he was surrounded by people who would soon be his equals.
I just hope they don’t cast me as many dirty looks by then, he thought with a twinge of annoyance as he caught sight of a few knights glaring at him from off to the side.
“You too, Crow.” The thief blinked and turned around to see Olivia step over to him with a friendly grin. “If you ever figure out how to write, you’d better keep in touch.”
“You mean ‘when,’” Crow smirked. “I’m sure it won’t be that hard. After all, you learned how to do it.”
Olivia rolled her eyes, “I’m glad I’m not going to be on the sharp end of your tongue for a while.” She smiled teasingly and embraced him too before stepping back to stand by Gavin’s side. The ginger knight just nodded his head in a curt goodbye, which the thief returned.
When Penelope spoke up, Crow glanced down at her with a fond smile, “Just about. I need to get my bag from the tent, and then I’ll be ready. I’ll be back in a moment.” With that, he turned and trotted over to the tent that he’d borrowed for the night, slipping inside to grab the bag of supplies that his father had given him. It looked like everything had remained untouched, so he slung it over his shoulders and walked back over to the firepit, where he’d left the others.
“Alright, now we can go,” he said to Penelope.
I just hope they don’t cast me as many dirty looks by then, he thought with a twinge of annoyance as he caught sight of a few knights glaring at him from off to the side.
“You too, Crow.” The thief blinked and turned around to see Olivia step over to him with a friendly grin. “If you ever figure out how to write, you’d better keep in touch.”
“You mean ‘when,’” Crow smirked. “I’m sure it won’t be that hard. After all, you learned how to do it.”
Olivia rolled her eyes, “I’m glad I’m not going to be on the sharp end of your tongue for a while.” She smiled teasingly and embraced him too before stepping back to stand by Gavin’s side. The ginger knight just nodded his head in a curt goodbye, which the thief returned.
When Penelope spoke up, Crow glanced down at her with a fond smile, “Just about. I need to get my bag from the tent, and then I’ll be ready. I’ll be back in a moment.” With that, he turned and trotted over to the tent that he’d borrowed for the night, slipping inside to grab the bag of supplies that his father had given him. It looked like everything had remained untouched, so he slung it over his shoulders and walked back over to the firepit, where he’d left the others.
“Alright, now we can go,” he said to Penelope.
There are probably going to be a lot of people who get upset about their wedding xD
Edward will probably be thrilled though
Edward will probably be thrilled though
Crow glanced at Penelope and nodded when she told Gavin that they had enough supplies. Like the knight, he was glad that they wouldn’t have to rely on their camp for anything more. The nobles had already been livid enough when he’d borrowed a tent for the night and some breakfast that morning. Even though he enjoyed poking fun at them, he wanted to get back on the road to the inner kingdom with minimal resistance, if that was still possible. After all, the village of Wellspring was quite far from here, so the sooner they left, the better.
When Olivia spoke up, he glanced between the knights, listening to them talk about Penelope’s brother. The thought of Layth’s reaction to everything that was about to happen brought a faint smirk to his lips. After all the trouble the hotheaded knight had put him through during their previous encounters, it was going to be liberating to be able to confront him again as a superior instead of a captive. He was going to enjoy flaunting his title to the knight quite a bit.
At Olivia’s comment about in-laws, Crow let out an exaggerated sigh. “I’m still not sure how to deal with the family I just found out I have,” he said with a helpless smile. “I’m rather sure my younger brother hates me too. He seemed to believe I’m after his heritage to the throne, even though I don’t want anything to do with it.” He shook his head. “I don’t think I’m ready to add in-laws to the mix.”
“At least if he keeps trying to oppose you, you’ll have the authority to give him a little prison time,” Olivia snickered.
“That’s true,” Crow mused with a grin. However, the expression faded slightly as he remembered what Alistair had said about showing the nobles what it looked like to have power without oppressing others. “Although…” he went on, shifting his weight slightly. “I think I’d rather not go to such lengths to keep him from speaking his mind.”
“That’s smart of you,” Gavin nodded, shooting a disapproving look at Olivia. “Layth may be a pain in the ass, but he has friends in high places. You wouldn’t want to turn them into your enemies.”
Crow wrinkled his nose at that, “Gods, why are there politics in everything in the inner kingdom? I feel like if I even look at someone the wrong way, I’m going to offend their cousin’s grandmother.”
“You’d better get used to it,” Olivia smirked. “There are rules about everything at the castle.”
“Well, they’d better get used to me,” Crow said stubbornly. “Because I’m not about to bow down to their precious traditions. I’ll be accommodating, but I refuse to be anyone’s puppet.”
“Alright,” Olivia shrugged. “But you’re going to rub a lot of people the wrong way if you do that.”
“It’s not like that’ll change anything,” Crow pointed out blandly.
“True,” she smirked.
Wanting to make sure they still had time, the thief glanced up at the sky and then turned to Penelope, “We should get going soon. It’s a long walk to Wellspring.”
When Olivia spoke up, he glanced between the knights, listening to them talk about Penelope’s brother. The thought of Layth’s reaction to everything that was about to happen brought a faint smirk to his lips. After all the trouble the hotheaded knight had put him through during their previous encounters, it was going to be liberating to be able to confront him again as a superior instead of a captive. He was going to enjoy flaunting his title to the knight quite a bit.
At Olivia’s comment about in-laws, Crow let out an exaggerated sigh. “I’m still not sure how to deal with the family I just found out I have,” he said with a helpless smile. “I’m rather sure my younger brother hates me too. He seemed to believe I’m after his heritage to the throne, even though I don’t want anything to do with it.” He shook his head. “I don’t think I’m ready to add in-laws to the mix.”
“At least if he keeps trying to oppose you, you’ll have the authority to give him a little prison time,” Olivia snickered.
“That’s true,” Crow mused with a grin. However, the expression faded slightly as he remembered what Alistair had said about showing the nobles what it looked like to have power without oppressing others. “Although…” he went on, shifting his weight slightly. “I think I’d rather not go to such lengths to keep him from speaking his mind.”
“That’s smart of you,” Gavin nodded, shooting a disapproving look at Olivia. “Layth may be a pain in the ass, but he has friends in high places. You wouldn’t want to turn them into your enemies.”
Crow wrinkled his nose at that, “Gods, why are there politics in everything in the inner kingdom? I feel like if I even look at someone the wrong way, I’m going to offend their cousin’s grandmother.”
“You’d better get used to it,” Olivia smirked. “There are rules about everything at the castle.”
“Well, they’d better get used to me,” Crow said stubbornly. “Because I’m not about to bow down to their precious traditions. I’ll be accommodating, but I refuse to be anyone’s puppet.”
“Alright,” Olivia shrugged. “But you’re going to rub a lot of people the wrong way if you do that.”
“It’s not like that’ll change anything,” Crow pointed out blandly.
“True,” she smirked.
Wanting to make sure they still had time, the thief glanced up at the sky and then turned to Penelope, “We should get going soon. It’s a long walk to Wellspring.”
Poor Gavin's already getting picked on cx
That's true xD
That's true xD
Crow finished off the rest of his food in silence and set his plate aside, letting out his breath in a content exhale. Though he disliked being among so many knights, he supposed his stay in their camp wasn’t completely without its perks. The tent had been comfortably warm, and the breakfast had been good. Of course, the pleasant accommodations didn’t make up for the lack of enjoyable company—the knights’ cold faces just made him miss his companions all the more—but he was used to taking what he could get. After all, he was going to have to get used to doing so when he returned to the castle and surrounded himself with hostile people.
Luckily, he wasn’t alone for very long. After a short time passed, Crow heard the sound of approaching footsteps off to his right. He looked up and smiled as he saw that Penelope was up and had come over to greet him. Her friendly face was a welcomed break from her scathing comrades, and he wished he could wrap his arms around her when she sat down beside him. However, not wanting to give away their relationship to anyone before he had made a more respectable name for himself, he refrained from moving aside from shifting slightly to give her some space on the grassy patch where he had been reclining.
“Of course,” Crow grinned at her proudly when she commented on what he had done to her comrades. “There was nothing else to do around here while you were asleep, and I had to entertain myself somehow. Besides,” he lowered his voice as he glanced at the knights, who were still eyeing him coldly. “I figured it would be fun to get inside their heads a little before my father sends the news that I’m going to be his viceroy. I just wish I could be here to see their faces when they find out.”
“Hey, look, they’re still here.”
Crow turned to see Olivia walking toward them from the other side of the camp, with Gavin trailing along slightly behind her. The female knight sat herself down on the thief’s other side with a grin, “We were starting to think you left without saying goodbye.”
“What are you talking about?” Crow rolled his eyes. “I haven’t moved from this spot all morning. You just must not have looked hard enough.”
“Oh yeah?” Olivia raised a brow. “Well then, I blame Gavin. He said you wouldn’t be anywhere near our comrades, so that’s why we didn’t check here.”
“It seemed logical at the time,” Gavin muttered defensively, averting his gaze as he sat across from the rest of the group.
“You’re not wrong,” Crow shrugged amusedly. “It’s probably wiser to stay away, but I prefer to stick close and ruffle their feathers instead.”
“Yeah, Gavin,” Olivia nudged the other knight teasingly. “You should’ve known him better by now.”
“I didn’t hear you giving any other ideas,” Gavin snorted, though he had turned slightly red in the face. Seeming eager to change the subject, he quickly turned to Penelope. “So, you’re leaving this morning, right? Do you have everything you need for the trip?”
Luckily, he wasn’t alone for very long. After a short time passed, Crow heard the sound of approaching footsteps off to his right. He looked up and smiled as he saw that Penelope was up and had come over to greet him. Her friendly face was a welcomed break from her scathing comrades, and he wished he could wrap his arms around her when she sat down beside him. However, not wanting to give away their relationship to anyone before he had made a more respectable name for himself, he refrained from moving aside from shifting slightly to give her some space on the grassy patch where he had been reclining.
“Of course,” Crow grinned at her proudly when she commented on what he had done to her comrades. “There was nothing else to do around here while you were asleep, and I had to entertain myself somehow. Besides,” he lowered his voice as he glanced at the knights, who were still eyeing him coldly. “I figured it would be fun to get inside their heads a little before my father sends the news that I’m going to be his viceroy. I just wish I could be here to see their faces when they find out.”
“Hey, look, they’re still here.”
Crow turned to see Olivia walking toward them from the other side of the camp, with Gavin trailing along slightly behind her. The female knight sat herself down on the thief’s other side with a grin, “We were starting to think you left without saying goodbye.”
“What are you talking about?” Crow rolled his eyes. “I haven’t moved from this spot all morning. You just must not have looked hard enough.”
“Oh yeah?” Olivia raised a brow. “Well then, I blame Gavin. He said you wouldn’t be anywhere near our comrades, so that’s why we didn’t check here.”
“It seemed logical at the time,” Gavin muttered defensively, averting his gaze as he sat across from the rest of the group.
“You’re not wrong,” Crow shrugged amusedly. “It’s probably wiser to stay away, but I prefer to stick close and ruffle their feathers instead.”
“Yeah, Gavin,” Olivia nudged the other knight teasingly. “You should’ve known him better by now.”
“I didn’t hear you giving any other ideas,” Gavin snorted, though he had turned slightly red in the face. Seeming eager to change the subject, he quickly turned to Penelope. “So, you’re leaving this morning, right? Do you have everything you need for the trip?”
Crow's already causing trouble xD
Honestly lol He wouldn't be good for anything other than hand holding
Honestly lol He wouldn't be good for anything other than hand holding
Being in the middle of the knights’ camp, Crow slept lightly throughout the night. He didn’t trust the nobles to leave him alone, despite the fact that he had a letter from the king permitting his appearance, so he woke up early the next day even though he had been quite tired the night before. Sitting up on his bedroll, he stretched his legs and took a moment to look around the tent as a precaution in case any knights had managed to do anything while he’d been asleep. Nothing seemed to have changed since the night before, but now that he was up, he didn’t feel like going back to sleep.
He yawned and stood up, slipping his boots on and heading out of the tent to see if Penelope was awake yet. When he stepped outside, he shivered slightly against the cool morning air. It wouldn’t be much longer before winter, and the temperature was already dropping quickly. He hadn’t felt it much while he’d been in the animal-skin tent, but now he was beginning to wonder if this season was going to be just as brutal as the last. For the villagers’ sakes, he hoped not. They had barely been able to get through the last one, and he’d heard of quite a few deaths caused by the intense cold. After the last deadly winter and the atrocities of the war, the peasants of the kingdom needed a break from hardship.
Crow’s green eyes swept over the camp as he searched for Penelope’s familiar face, but he didn’t see her anywhere. Perhaps she was still asleep? He glanced back at her tent. It was likely, since the only reason he was up this early was because he didn’t feel comfortable enough to sleep in while he was in the camp of his enemies.
Momentarily, he toyed with the idea of going to wake her up, since he knew he would feel more at ease around the knights—who were already shooting him hostile looks again—if she was by his side. However, he knew he couldn’t go inside her tent without drawing some strange looks. Nobles were so formal. It would have been unusual enough for an unmarried man of the same status to enter a woman’s tent. If he, a ragged thief, tried the same thing, he would surely raise some suspicion. So, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself than he already had, he turned away from her tent and made his way over to the firepit, where he could smell freshly cooked breakfast.
At his approach, the knights who had gathered around to eat shifted away as if he had a contagious disease. He found their discomfort amusing. The last time he’d been here, the knights hadn’t held back from insulting him or spitting at him or otherwise being unpleasant. Now, it seemed like word must have spread that he was to be treated like a guest. He smirked to himself. Though he would be leaving soon, he still had time to enjoy their begrudging ‘special treatment’ while it lasted. Why not have a bit of fun?
“Good morning,” Crow greeted them with a wry grin as he grabbed a plate to fill up with the food that had been set out. “It’s pretty cold today, huh?”
The knights exchanged glances amongst each other, clearly caught off guard by the thief’s forwardness.
He purposefully ignored their discomfort. “This looks good,” he whistled, filling up his plate and then moving to sit down nearby them.
“We have rations here,” one of the knights growled, noticing the amount of food the thief had taken for himself.
“Why?” Crow shrugged carelessly, popping a bite of food into his mouth. “You’ve got enough food stock to last all of you through at least one season.” He casted the knight a sly look. “I should know. I’ve looked through it many times.”
“Why, you—” another knight curled his lip at him, but his comrade placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention and then shook his head warningly.
Crow’s eyes flicked between them with interest. It seemed that some of the knights were barely holding back from swinging at him, while others were trying to remind their more hot-tempered companions that they couldn’t touch him. He wondered how far he could push them before someone snapped. “You know, this is good,” he mused, pretending to talk to himself, although he spoke audibly enough that any of the nearby knights could hear him. “But I think I like the feasts at the castle better. Those dishes had seasoned venison in them.”
The knights’ expressions turned astonished as he brought up the food he’d been given by the king. It was clear that they were surprised to learn he’d been given such lofty accommodations by their ruler. He decided to push just a little more. “Maybe if you give me a good reason to, I could put in a good word for you with the king and ask him to improve your next shipment of supplies,” he said with a devilish smirk.
“Cur,” one of the knights spat, only to be elbowed sharply in the side by another man. He shot his comrade a frustrated look and then averted his gaze, muttering something under his breath that the thief didn’t catch.
Crow snickered, eyeing them all with amusement. He could tell that many of them were struggling to keep a handle on their tempers after his comment about speaking for them to the king. They probably despised the thought of needing a criminal to do anything for them on their behalf. However, he decided to not to continue prodding at them. While it was fun to get a rise out of the nobles, he wasn’t looking to start a fight, and he had a feeling the situation might escalate if he opened his mouth again. So, he settled down comfortably with his back against a tree and proceeded to finish his breakfast in silence as he waited for Penelope to wake up and join him.
He yawned and stood up, slipping his boots on and heading out of the tent to see if Penelope was awake yet. When he stepped outside, he shivered slightly against the cool morning air. It wouldn’t be much longer before winter, and the temperature was already dropping quickly. He hadn’t felt it much while he’d been in the animal-skin tent, but now he was beginning to wonder if this season was going to be just as brutal as the last. For the villagers’ sakes, he hoped not. They had barely been able to get through the last one, and he’d heard of quite a few deaths caused by the intense cold. After the last deadly winter and the atrocities of the war, the peasants of the kingdom needed a break from hardship.
Crow’s green eyes swept over the camp as he searched for Penelope’s familiar face, but he didn’t see her anywhere. Perhaps she was still asleep? He glanced back at her tent. It was likely, since the only reason he was up this early was because he didn’t feel comfortable enough to sleep in while he was in the camp of his enemies.
Momentarily, he toyed with the idea of going to wake her up, since he knew he would feel more at ease around the knights—who were already shooting him hostile looks again—if she was by his side. However, he knew he couldn’t go inside her tent without drawing some strange looks. Nobles were so formal. It would have been unusual enough for an unmarried man of the same status to enter a woman’s tent. If he, a ragged thief, tried the same thing, he would surely raise some suspicion. So, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself than he already had, he turned away from her tent and made his way over to the firepit, where he could smell freshly cooked breakfast.
At his approach, the knights who had gathered around to eat shifted away as if he had a contagious disease. He found their discomfort amusing. The last time he’d been here, the knights hadn’t held back from insulting him or spitting at him or otherwise being unpleasant. Now, it seemed like word must have spread that he was to be treated like a guest. He smirked to himself. Though he would be leaving soon, he still had time to enjoy their begrudging ‘special treatment’ while it lasted. Why not have a bit of fun?
“Good morning,” Crow greeted them with a wry grin as he grabbed a plate to fill up with the food that had been set out. “It’s pretty cold today, huh?”
The knights exchanged glances amongst each other, clearly caught off guard by the thief’s forwardness.
He purposefully ignored their discomfort. “This looks good,” he whistled, filling up his plate and then moving to sit down nearby them.
“We have rations here,” one of the knights growled, noticing the amount of food the thief had taken for himself.
“Why?” Crow shrugged carelessly, popping a bite of food into his mouth. “You’ve got enough food stock to last all of you through at least one season.” He casted the knight a sly look. “I should know. I’ve looked through it many times.”
“Why, you—” another knight curled his lip at him, but his comrade placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention and then shook his head warningly.
Crow’s eyes flicked between them with interest. It seemed that some of the knights were barely holding back from swinging at him, while others were trying to remind their more hot-tempered companions that they couldn’t touch him. He wondered how far he could push them before someone snapped. “You know, this is good,” he mused, pretending to talk to himself, although he spoke audibly enough that any of the nearby knights could hear him. “But I think I like the feasts at the castle better. Those dishes had seasoned venison in them.”
The knights’ expressions turned astonished as he brought up the food he’d been given by the king. It was clear that they were surprised to learn he’d been given such lofty accommodations by their ruler. He decided to push just a little more. “Maybe if you give me a good reason to, I could put in a good word for you with the king and ask him to improve your next shipment of supplies,” he said with a devilish smirk.
“Cur,” one of the knights spat, only to be elbowed sharply in the side by another man. He shot his comrade a frustrated look and then averted his gaze, muttering something under his breath that the thief didn’t catch.
Crow snickered, eyeing them all with amusement. He could tell that many of them were struggling to keep a handle on their tempers after his comment about speaking for them to the king. They probably despised the thought of needing a criminal to do anything for them on their behalf. However, he decided to not to continue prodding at them. While it was fun to get a rise out of the nobles, he wasn’t looking to start a fight, and he had a feeling the situation might escalate if he opened his mouth again. So, he settled down comfortably with his back against a tree and proceeded to finish his breakfast in silence as he waited for Penelope to wake up and join him.
That makes sense
Oh boy, Crow is not going to be able to handle seeing childbirth if he's in the room xD
He might pass out lmao
It's a great movie. You should definitely see it.
If you do, you'll see why the mom is the most badass character in the whole movie xD
Oh boy, Crow is not going to be able to handle seeing childbirth if he's in the room xD
He might pass out lmao
It's a great movie. You should definitely see it.
If you do, you'll see why the mom is the most badass character in the whole movie xD
Crow leaned into Penelope as she kissed him, smiling contentedly against her soft lips. With the trip having gone so well, all of his worries had dissipated, and he was able to fully enjoy the brief moment with her. While the question of how long she would be at the castle with him was still up in the air, the issue was far enough in the future that he didn’t feel an urgency to dwell on it now. For the first time in months, he was able to relax completely in her warm presence, without any looming fears in the back of his mind.
When Penelope eventually pulled back from the kiss, he met her gaze with an affectionate look and reached up to trail his fingers gingerly along her cheek and jawline. He wished she could stay the night with him in his tent, but he knew she had to leave soon so her comrades wouldn’t notice she was gone. If anyone caught her sharing a bed with him, it would be bad news.
In the next moment, he sighed softly and let his arm fall back to his side as she echoed his thoughts. Shifting slightly, he gave her space to stand up and then did so as well, wrapping his arms around the small of her back to hold her close to himself. “I’ll remember that,” he assured her when she told him where to find her if he needed anything. The thief held her gaze a little longer before leaning down to meet her lips in one more parting kiss, pressing into her deeply as he savored the moment.
After a bit, he broke away from her and took a step back. “Goodnight, Penelope,” he smiled at her with a mixture of fondness and exhaustion from the long day. “I love you, and I’ll see you in the morning.”
When Penelope eventually pulled back from the kiss, he met her gaze with an affectionate look and reached up to trail his fingers gingerly along her cheek and jawline. He wished she could stay the night with him in his tent, but he knew she had to leave soon so her comrades wouldn’t notice she was gone. If anyone caught her sharing a bed with him, it would be bad news.
In the next moment, he sighed softly and let his arm fall back to his side as she echoed his thoughts. Shifting slightly, he gave her space to stand up and then did so as well, wrapping his arms around the small of her back to hold her close to himself. “I’ll remember that,” he assured her when she told him where to find her if he needed anything. The thief held her gaze a little longer before leaning down to meet her lips in one more parting kiss, pressing into her deeply as he savored the moment.
After a bit, he broke away from her and took a step back. “Goodnight, Penelope,” he smiled at her with a mixture of fondness and exhaustion from the long day. “I love you, and I’ll see you in the morning.”
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