Alaric Wulf
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Alaric had never spent so much time on appearance Sure he was usually well dressed, and his armor was to be envied, but this was different. Standing in front of the mirror, he frowned with distaste as he once again messed with his hair. He really should have given it a cut after his last mission had him out for a while. He had intended calling on Saskia much sooner, but he had been needed for an escort. At least he had sense to shave, his scruff tended to not grow in the best and made him look like an adolescent.
With a sigh, he tousled his hair once more and turned away from his mirror. He doubted she even cared that much, but his nerves were making him incredibly sensitive to his appearance. He hoped she didn't think what he had planned was silly, romantic gestures were extremely foreign to him and he didn't know what he was doing. He had never courted anyone, and he wasn't sure if perhaps she had others call on her. Now that they had become official knights and not troublesome squires, they didn't see each other as much as they used to.
Feet hit the cobblestone of the courtyard as he made his way to the now intimidating door between him and Saskia. He stood outside her door for a few beats, gathering himself before knocking firmly on the wood. Sweat dripped down the back of his neck as he waited for her to open the door, not sure what he should expect. Hopefully she didn't tease him too badly, he didn't know if his poor nerves could take it.
Saskia Kerraelas
With a sigh, he tousled his hair once more and turned away from his mirror. He doubted she even cared that much, but his nerves were making him incredibly sensitive to his appearance. He hoped she didn't think what he had planned was silly, romantic gestures were extremely foreign to him and he didn't know what he was doing. He had never courted anyone, and he wasn't sure if perhaps she had others call on her. Now that they had become official knights and not troublesome squires, they didn't see each other as much as they used to.
Feet hit the cobblestone of the courtyard as he made his way to the now intimidating door between him and Saskia. He stood outside her door for a few beats, gathering himself before knocking firmly on the wood. Sweat dripped down the back of his neck as he waited for her to open the door, not sure what he should expect. Hopefully she didn't tease him too badly, he didn't know if his poor nerves could take it.
Saskia Kerraelas