#udxrose

@udxrose

It’s not often that Vihren gets to step out of his armour and into proper clothes; it feels too light, now, and the blade at his hip is the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground. He was told, like everyone else, to enjoy himself, and try as he might, the White Knave couldn’t find it in him to be fully at ease in a place crawling with the enemy.

And -- as if the land had read his thoughts, it brings wonder back in his eyes, warding away the barely-concealed caution with something close to happiness.

Giving one last glance at the royal family, he began to step away, a smile he can’t help pulling at the edges of his lips as he recognises her in a sea of other people. He stops just behind her, and places a hand at her shoulder, leaning in close to whisper in her ear -- genuinely happy to see someone he so adored.

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Unlike the last two times he had wandered out to meet Rose, Vihren made sure to keep the halter in his hand, to make sure that he absolutely did not lose his horse again. Today, there was an extra spring in his step, though Charlie seemed more hesitant than ever. The animal neighed and pawed at the ground, which got on Vihren’s nerves some, and he sighed as he walked towards a tree near the meeting place. He didn’t want anything ruining this; he found himself looking forward to these meetings, after all. 

“You stay here, you hear me?” he told his horse, who nudged Vihren’s covered head with its own as he tied the halter distractedly around a tree trunk. “Oh, be patient. I’ll be back soon, I hope.”