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Nil nodded. He'd thought it important to figure out where they actually were, and surprisingly the stable boy had been more than helpful. Locals always knew the most, that was what the Captain of the Guard had always told him. It paid to be kind, and go slip a coin in the right waiting pocket...

"Paranoia." It wasn't a lie. A lifetime of violence, training, and death had instilled a certain amount of care within Nil. He wanted to Keep Rosaline safe. He wanted to make sure that she would be okay. The incident the night before had only made that instinct worse. He smiled at her and...

Unlike Rosaline the effects of the drug did not last long on Nil. Gift or curse, the markings worked better than he could have asked for. When she leaned over to press a gentle kiss to his forehead Nil opened his eyes. He reached out one hand, sliding his fingers onto her hips and feeling them...

Was he making the right choice? A part of him wondered, but he didn't know. A few days past he might have simply grabbed her, tied her up, then delivered her to the local magistrate to be hung from the nearest tree. Now he was the reason his King was dead. "Go." He told her firmly. Standing...

He caught the flash of Rosaline's ring in the moonlight. His eyes were better than most in the dark, though even he couldn't see the bag of gold still hidden in her dress. Nil frowned for a moment. "Drop what you took." The Young Knight for just a brief moment glanced back at Rosaline. He...

"Don't." His head was still woozy, but every passing second was like a shot of life running through his veins. His muscles ached, not hurting, but pin and needles running over his whole body as he pulled himself up. "Move." Nil finally added as he pulled himself upright. "What are you doing in...

What the... The words rang through his head. Something was wrong. Off. That...that...his head swam. Was he this exhausted? This tired? No. Something had happened. His lips thinned and his eyes suddenly snapped open just as Meredith scrambled off of him and began to head towards the door...

There were many days where Nil had thought of the marks on his flesh as a curse, a blight upon who he was and what he could have been. In his youth he had dreamed of being someone else, of being someone more ordinary. He had wanted to be a man, someone who didn't have to worry about magic...

Nil glanced at the door after the girl for a brief moment, frowning as she left. After a few seconds his head shook, deciding that perhaps the customs in this village were simply a bit different than they were in his neck of the woods. Those in small villages tended to be overly friendly...

Nil's brow furrowed. This wasn't a normal. Rosaline was careful, especially when it came to others. She was always conscious of those around her and what she was doing. She had been tired, but not that tired. Their night had been active, but she'd made it through the day just fine. Fingers...

Nil frowned for a moment, watching the girl and shaking his head. Perhaps there was still some part of culture that he was missing out on. He had spent most of his life as a Soldier, not among the common folk. His experience with things were not exactly ordinary, and he tried to keep that in...

"Old tradition where I'm from." Nil said with a smile. The Young Knight was shocked at how easily the lie came to him. He'd never been one to be dishonest, but there was an impulse to protect Rosaline. Perhaps that was why the thought came so quickly. He didn't care about anything else, just...

"Sister?" Nil sounded somewhat confused, lips thinning as he looked at the girl. It was obvious he was still almost entirely unaware of her advances. His mind still clouded by his love for Rosaline and the joy of their newfound bond. It took him a second for his mind to catch up, his head...

"Let's get you somewhere comfortable." Nil said to Pips as he lead the massive warhorse down towards what appeared to be a stable. He found a boy standing there, clearly waiting for people like him. The boy took one look at Pips for a moment, paying as he saw just how big the stallion was. Nil...

Nil nodded. "We should." He glanced at Rosaline for a moment, clearly entirely oblivious of the other girl. Not a callous or cruel disregard, but simply not even noting her stares. For Nil there was only one woman who could ever look at him that way, and that was Rosaline. The Young Knight...