#noblestart

“             I am afraid I’m not much of a dancer.”

“No. Tell them to wait another...century.” Arwen told the guard as he announced someones arrival. 

Will you taste this? I’m trying to decide which of these wines will be served at the ball and I won’t last long if I sip from all these goblets.

Squeezing the bridge of his nose between his fingers, the King let out a heavy sigh. He’d spent the better part of the week in his chambers with his advisors as France had begun to deteriorate. His people were growing restless, taking the news of the failed siege in Switzerland as a sign that Luc did not plan to give in to their demands. Leaning back in his chair, he dismissed his advisors and turned his attention to who entered next. “What might I do for you?” he asked, hoping for a distraction.

“              I hardly think that would be wise, do you?”