| The Courtship of Lynette Kincaid |
| Summary: | Sir Shepard Kerrigan undertakes the courtship traditions of Lakeshire, for the hand of Lynette Kincaid. |
| OOC Date: | 31/1/2014 to 17/2/2014 |
| Related: | For The Love of Kincaid, Man To Man, Two Different Kinds of Match, Just A Simple Little Talk |
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| Kincaid Manor |
| Before you is a villa style home that is set in behind hedgerows. It is low to the ground and has smooth orange rust colored walls. The roof is made of terra cotta tiles, stacked atop each other. Directly in front is the large wrought iron gate with sturdy wooden slats spiked onto the gate to make what lies beyond a secret. From the gate, the wall spreads to either side and then turns sharply to form a square, at the back of the square, the only raised structure and just barely visible from the front. The 2 story main section of the villa stands directly opposite the gate. In peeking through the wooden slats of the gate, there is a glimpse of a lush courtyard and the open-air rooms that make up the sidewalls, as well as the face of the house proper. Plain and even drab from the outside, clearly this place saves its beauty for within. |
| Thedor 30, 229 - Sess 3, 229 |
Thedor 30, 229 2E-
The wintery day has been lingering, snow threatens to fall thanks to the gray clouds found drifting across the sky, but as yet no snow has fallen. There was talk of the Kincaid's returning to Lakeshire, though at the moment they are still within the city at the manor, which truly makes things easier for some things, though makes other things harder. Since the marriage agreement was given the 'ok' between Aidan Kincaid and Rinder Kerrigan dealing with Shepard and Lynette the young Kincaid has had to stay at the manor, customs after all had to be met and she was to be kept from prying eyes unless among her family and well only her family unless during the customs are followed of course. Being at the manor means no high towers though for her to be locked away in, instead her room was moved to the furthest room from the door, and only a small window within the room to make sure there would be no escaping or if someone might attempt to enter the room would not be able to get in through said window. Two guards rest near the room, keeping a constant watch on Lynette, and if she was to move around the house they would for sure follow her. This is a bit trying for someone like Lyn whom is rather use to going and coming 'almost' as she pleased. At the moment her father is out of the manor, though she is not alone, plenty of guards, maid's and other family can be found throughout the manor.
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And through the biting cold and under the grey-shaded sky rides Lord Shepard Kerrigan. He's generally a reasonably confident fellow, but he's still perhaps a tiny bit nervous as he dismounts in front of the Kincaid Manor right about midmorning. His horse is of course seen to as he makes his way to the door. Aidan or no Aidan, the servants and staff are certainly expecting him, and so he's shown through the manor, up to the second floor, and alllllll the way back to the room that has been set aside for Lynette during her courtship.
Even the Guards outside are grinning a bit when he arrives, though of course they say nothing, merely saluting when he greets them each with a nod. The move back so they're not crowding the door, though they remain in easy reach.
And so, Shepard Kerrigan takes a deep breath, and finally steps forward, smiling a bit as he reaches up and knocks upon the door, calling out afterwards, "Lady Lynette, It is I, Lord Shepard Kerrigan."
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Even while being in the back of the house Lynette is able to hear somewhat of what is going on outside now and then thanks to that little window. She shifts slightly a glance is sent towards her two handmaid's that are in the room with her. One is open to peek outside before the other is setting her knitting down and moving to the door. Movement and murmurings is heard from the guard before the maid is turning about and waves Lynette up while the maid goes about fussing over her dress, pulling it here and there while making sure her hair is nice and neat. Lynette lets the maid chirp and chitter before waving her off slightly. "Alright, that's enough" She wasn't honestly going to walk out of the door today after all! The voice at the other side of the door is caught and Lynette is quiet for a moment before moving on to the door and clears her throat slightly before she is smiling. "Lord Shepard… It is a pleasure to hear your voice. Tell me, are you well today?" Her hand lingers on the door, fingers slightly gripping at it while her other hand rests near the door knob. Her maids watches warily for anything that may seem wrong.
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"All the better for having heard your voice, milady." Shepard replies to Lynette's query, smiling in spite of himself, and asking the question that he's fairly sure he's supposed to ask…but hey, he's gonna try to ask it with style, at least: "But it would be all the better were I to see your face, for having been deprived of your beauty even this short time has proven nearly unbearable. Will you not come forth that I may look upon my betrothed and be gladdened by it?"
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Lynette offers a warm smile as she hears what Shepard says, her fingers gripping at the door knob a bit more. "You ask with such lovely words, why would you need to see my face when you can speak so sweetly?" There is but a pause as she says that, and she shakes her head slightly. "No I will not come out today my dearest." A glance is sent back towards the two maid's before she is eyeing the door once more, the knob being turned just ever so slightly so she can perhaps peer out a crack of the door and towards Shepard. She hasn't /opened/ the door mind you!
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Shepard smiles, warm humor lacing the expression, even if it's a tiny bit rueful at the knowledge she won't be stepping out today. He knew that would be the case, though he doesn't know the full legend nor precisely how long the courtship might last, though Lynette told him enough that he had the inkling there will be a significant time investment to be had. Truthfully? That suits him just fine…not that he isn't eager to get married, but he doesn't want her to have misgivings. "If my words are pleasing to your ears, it is only because you have inspired them from me, with but the memory of your smile." He sighs, only half for-show, "But I accept that it would not be proper for you to reveal yourself to me just yet, for I understand that I have not sufficiently proven my worth and regard. I beseech you milady, speak any task you would have of me to supply proper evidence of these things to you, and so long as it is within my power, it shall be done." He pauses just a bit, and being who he is, he cannot possibly resist a bit of jesting, "And if it is beyond my power, it will still be done…it just might take a bit longer."
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Lynette chuckles softly, perhaps loud enough for him to hear even as she takes in what he has to say. "I had no idea that I could inspire such words from anyone. Though it is a lovely thought that I shall for certain remember in the days to come along with your voice of course." A soft smile is seen, the door creaks just slightly for her to peek out at him. "As I am not able to see you, and you not able to see me, I wish for you to bring me something of yours when you come next. It shall remind me of you until we may see one another again Which I will not lie I hope it will be sooner rather than later." She grins a moment and lifts her head before nodding slightly. "I trust that is perhaps somewhere in your powers?"
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"I believe this task lies within my capabilities, milady." Shepard smiles brightly, "When next I return, it will be with something that is uniquely mine, that you might remember me fondly in the days to come." He steps back from the door, perhaps giving Lynette a better view from her narrow vantage point. If he notices the crack in the door, he gives no sign of it, though it may well be that he's simply playing to the spirit of the tradition. "Until then, milady, I leave you to the care of your beloved family. I hope you will be well until my return. I know I shall be bereft for the lack of your presence."
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Lynette does well not to pull the door open that much more then it already is. Her gaze is barely seen as she catches a bit of sight of Shepard on the other side of the door. She smiles a touch more before taking in a soft breath. "I'm certainly glad to hear that this is within your abilities to come forth with." She leans against the door slightly to push it fully closed and lets her shoulder lean upon it slightly. "I shall hope for the same with you Lord Shepard… Do stay safe until we speak with one another again." She knows that it will be a few days but still she can hope that it is sooner then that.
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"I shall endeavor to do so, milady. Good day to you." Shepard gives a nod to the guards once more, then turns and heads out of the manor. Knowing what he did coming in, he would judge that has having gone about as well as he could have hoped for, which probably explains the smile on his face that remains well in place long after he's departed.
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32 Thedor, 229 2E-
It's another wintery afternoon, snow has fallen across the ground which some have shoveled out from around the front of the manor to make it easier for people to come and go. Lynette was able to leave the room for a short while in the morning and is just now making her way back to it. She's unsure when Shepard may return, and she did spend some time looking out one of the windows to look over the snow covered yard below. "Do you think he'll come today?" This is the conversation that Lynette is having with Anne, the maid is busy with her knitting, not giving that much thought at the matter. "My dear you shouldn't worry about such things, of course he'll come, when he is ready that is." Lynette ponders a moment at this before nodding a moment with a faint sigh escaping her before she picks up a book and goes about flipping it open to where she was reading some time ago, her mind clearly wandering as she often glances towards the little window within the room.
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Shepard Kerrigan does indeed make his way towards the Manor, again riding through the snow and wind, down the shoveled pathways, pausing only briefly to dismount his horse, and allow himself to be ushered inside yet again, a servant taking his cloak for the time being. He knows the way now, so he doesn't require an escort to make it through the expansive home to the room in which Lynette's vigil is maintained. A nod is given to the guards as he pauses outside the door, and lifts his hand to knock on it once more, "Lady Lynette, it is I, Sir Shepard Kerrigan, having returned from the task you set me upon."
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The guards are indeed by the door and both give Shepard a slight look before a nod is seen from both, the pair move to the side once the talking starts as they do not wish to interfere. The voice causes Lynette to smile, the book is set down and she makes her way over to the door, a curious glance is sent towards the two maid's that way curiously from their seats. "Sir Shepard It is a pleasure to hear your voice once more." She is a touch amused that he has returning from the task that was given and she tilts her head, pondering what he could have brought. "Oh have you now?"
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"As ever, milady, the pleasure of hearing your sweet voice is all mine." Shepard replies, grinning just a bit. He well knows that it's over-the-top, but he's still having fun with it. At her latter question, he nods, "Indeed. I have brought you something that is mine alone. A symbol of who and what I am, and something that is near and dear to my heart." He reaches to a pouch at his belt, withdrawing the item, well…items, in question. "Shall you send one of your maids to the door to retrieve it for you?" Since again…he's not really supposed to see her, from what he can gather.
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Lynette smiles as she hears him, while it may be over-the-top she still enjoys it none the less. "It sounds like a rather lovely gift indeed for you to give." As for who is to retrieve it, yes it would have to be one of her maids. A glance is sent towards the pair and Anne is already making her way to the door. The older woman gives Lynette a look that clearly says 'stay put'. Lynette grins a touch and moves to the side letting Anne open the door. The maid smoothes out her dress first before she does indeed open the door and a slight nod is sent to Shepard. "Sir Shepard, it is a pleasure to see you again. I hear you have brought a gift for Lady Lynette?" Lynette does well and does not peak around the door, though she is clearly curious.
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"Hello Anne, a pleasure to see you as well." Shepard smiles to the maid, and hands over the gift in question. It's a pair of silver spurs, well-worn and clearly having seen some use, but they've been thoroughly cleaned and the leather strips used to affix them to his boots were definitely replaced before this particular pair was "retired." He offers by way of explanation, "These are the very silver spurs I was granted upon being knighted. While I have not used them in several years, they have remained a treasured possession." Shepard's expression grows solemn, though Anne can see it more so than Lynette, of course, though she can hear the serious undercurrent that laces his voice, "I am a Knight of Greenshire, and am sworn to serve County and Kingdom. As my Lady Wife, I will also be equally sworn to protect you, our children, and the lands that we will rule over together. Let these stand as an eternal reminder that I will not forget this obligation to you."
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Anne merely smirks a moment as she hears Shepard, the gift is looked at and a brow rises as she finds it rather interesting that he would give such a thing. "What a interesting gift." The maid offers with a glance back to Shepard and there is a bit of disappointment seen before she turns to head back into the room and give the gift to Lynette. The door is left slightly open though while Lynette takes hold of the silver spurs and listens to Shepard. She looks a bit amused but is smiling all the while. "You are indeed a knight through and through Sir Shepard, I can see why these would be so important to you." She holds onto the spurs lightly, a finger sliding across one and she sends a glance to the door. "I assure you it is something I will never let you forget that is for certain."
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"I am glad to hear you say it, Lady Lynette. It is good to have such reminders, so that we never take these things for granted." Shepard notes, ignoring any hint of disappointment from Anne as the door is pulled mostly-shut once more, though of course Lynette can still hear, "Will you not come forth now, fair lady? Would you still deprive me of the unfathomable beauty of your smile?"
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Lynette nods a that and smiles while she glances towards the door for a few moments as in thought. "No I will not come forth yet. These are certainly lovely gifts, and she'll help to remind myself of you, though you will need to return with something else which also holds meaning to you as well." Seems she will not be that easy to call out from the room, it will take more than a set of spurs, and meaningful words to get her to leave the room. The door is pushed closed as if to prove she will for certain not be coming out to grace her with a smile today."You shall return soon I do hope?"
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"Alas. I see that I still must prove my regard and affection further still. Is there perhaps something more specific that might find more favor in your eyes?" Shepard replies, but it's with a bit of a grin. "Rest assured that once such a task is given, it will be fulfilled with as much haste is possible while giving said task the proper attention and respect it is warranted."
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Lynette was hoping to hear that and she eyes the spurs before she glances to the door once more. "You have given me something to remind myself of you. I require something that you have great care for now." A slight nod goes unseen and she chuckles a touch. "I am rather sure that you will indeed give it rather proper attention and respect, I would expect nothing less from you after all Sir Shepard."
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"I see." Shepard considers, "Well then, I will see this task accomplished. Though let it be known that my heart will surely ache for each moment that I am parted from your company…even just the sound of your sweet voice. I shall have to persevere, I suppose." There's no sarcasm in his tone at that bit, though, and in fact it sounds perhaps-shockingly sincere. "Until my return, dearest Lady, please be well."
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Lynette it is a task to make him think a bit perhaps, one that should not be that easy, at least at the moment it seems that way. Her gaze settles on the door as she hears Shepard, she lets her fingers press slightly to the door hearing his words, and the words do warm her heart. "For now yes you will have to go forth with just my words, though given time that will change." There is a slight pause, a bit of uncertainty in her mind before she goes on. "Until then, I wish you to be well Sir Shepard.
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"Thank you, Lady Lynette." And with that simply said, Shepard turns and gives a nod to the guards once more, before seeing his way out of the house, a thoughtful expression marking his features as he makes to return to Darfield Castle. This one he'll have to think about. Just hopefully not too long.
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Thedor 35, 229 2E-
It's late afternoon around the city, no snow has fallen which helps getting around the city a lot easier at least. Lynette is still 'imprisoned' as it were within the manor. She's spent some time at the library gathering new books and is busy reading away it would seems upon the chair within her room. Her maid's Anne and Kacy are busy working around the room, taking care of some knitting or working on lessons for Lynette. The lessons at hand Lynette is truly not that interested in, her gaze drifting towards the little window within the room with a soft breath escaping her. She longs to get outside of this room, longs to get outside period for sitting within a room for such a long time is really trying on that and working her nerves to some degree. Though when someone like her is set to stay in a room for as long as she has been this should not be a surprise.
Shepard Kerrigan is unsurprisingly becoming something of a familiar sight for the servants and occupants of the Kincaid Manor, and sure enough, he rides up yet again, only this time when he dismounts, he takes a moment to withdraw a bundle of…something…from his saddle before the stablehands see to his Horse. That having been done, he makes his way up to the room in question, and as is starting to become routine, gives a nod to the Guardsmen, who salute and move away a bit to allow at least the illusion of privacy, before he knocks upon the door and calls out, "Dearest Lady Lynette, it is I, Sir Shepard Kerrigan. I hope I find you well? I have returned with something I believe fulfills the task you last set me to."
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Murmurings are happening all over the manor, some of the family are leaving to head to the wedding in Sutherland after all, which is something that Lynette does wish she could have attended as it it her cousin getting married after all. Visits will need to happen at a later date for certain. Anne clears her throat and is eyeing her charge. "Enough with your nose in a book, we have lessons to deal with before the day gets much later." Lynette makes no move to stop reading her book at the moment. She does glance up slightly though as she hears the movement outside the door and then the knock. She smiles; the book is closed and set on the chair before she is moving over to the door. "Sir Shepard It is a pleasure to hear your voice once more. I am well and I certainly hope that you have been as well?"
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"Aside from each day spent apart from you being a certain kind of torture, I am otherwise well, Milady." Shepard has a remarkable ability to make statements completely sincere and yet laced with humor at the same time, as he ably demonstrates there. He retains the bundle he's brought with him in one hand, reaching and briefly placing his fingertips upon the door, almost as though he could reach through and touch her, though it doesn't seem entirely a conscious motion. After a moment he lets the hand fall, and smiles before speaking again, "Perhaps you might send forth one of your maids so that this new token can be properly received?"
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Lynette blushes just a moment, which of course goes unseen by Shepard. Her hand lingers on the door, fingers pressing slightly as if she was to have the same idea on opening it. Though she makes no move for the door handle. She steps back slightly, a nod seen to no one by her maids. "Of course It is such a pleasure to hear your voice once more as well. Tell me, how are things out in the city? I've not been able to leave the Manor" Tell her something, anything at this point! Anne takes in a soft breath before she frowns and is moving towards the door. Young love Such a silly thing! Anne waves Lynette to be more behind the door while the older women goes about opening it so she may look at Shepard. "Good afternoon young Kerrigan." She offers while letting her hands clasp loosely as her shoulders roll back slightly and her head lifts up so she may eye the young man. "Bring more equine gifts today then?" Someone seems to be grumpy at the moment. Lynette holds back a soft chuckle while watching her maid. "Anne That will be enough." Anne does not look impressed but she does slip quiet.
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"The city maintains much as it always does, Milady, though I suspect it will feel considerably more empty in Darfield Castle and even the city itself soon, when the various parties depart to attend the wedding of Duke Ronan and Princess Roslin." Shepard replies, holding out the cloth-wrapped parcel to Anne. It's not terribly large, and appears to be rectangular in shape, there's a bit of weight to it, but not overly much. Should it be unwrapped, it reveals a highly polished cherry-wood box with a hinged lid. It has intricate carvings of roses along the rim of the lid, and an enameled badge bearing the Kerrigan seal is embossed in the center of that same lid. Once the box is opened, two small, well-made leather pouches rest within.
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"Of course, I've been told many have already moved out to get to Sutherland for the wedding." Lynette offers with a soft tone. "I must say that I hope we can visit my cousin and Princess Roslin sometime in the future." Which would be after they are married of course. Anne is not amused still but she takes hold of the wrapped box and carries it back into the room, the door is closed as custom before the package is offered over to Lynette. Well at least it doesn't jingle like spurs, though she does like the spurs none the less as she has a thing for horses after all. Lyn goes about unwrapping the package, a hand slide across the top of the wooden box, she lets her finger slide across the seal before she goes about opening the box to peer inside. She ponders before setting the box down to pick up one of the pouches and peaks inside. "It is a lovely wooden box Sir Shepard What is within the pouches?"
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"One pouch contains some of the soil from Ashenfell Manor's Rose Garden. The other bears seeds. Apple, Cherry, and Oak." Shepard explains, grinning just a bit ruefully, as one might imagine the usual reaction upon being offered dirt and seeds as a gift is less than glowing endorsement, so he explains, managing not to sound like he's hastily belting it out even though he definitely wants to get the point across before she thinks he's completely off his rocker, "In my family, when a child is born, a tree is planted. Apple or Cherry for girls, Oak for boys. My family has always been close to the land, for it provides our fortune. This box and its' contents represent my family, the traditions to which we hold, and the land that you and I shall one day be Lord and Lady over. A brief pause and a faint smile, "As well as the promise of the family we might build together." He clears his throat, then concludes, "All these things are most dear to me, and I hope in time that they will be just as dear to you."
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Lynette sends a slight glance towards Anne and Kacy whom just watch looking a bit confused, and Anne even more cross if that is at all possible. Though once Shepard goes about explaining why he has given the gift, and the meaning it holds for his family it does make sense. Lynette smile warmly while giving the one little pouch a slight squeeze. "It is a lovely gift Sir Shepard." This said while she looks back to the door. "Indeed it is something that you care for deeply, and I would expect nothing less. I'm very proud to learn of the tradition that you and your family has with the trees Explains a bit of the conversation your father first had with mine now as he spoke about trees more than once." There is a pause while she lets the pouch set back within the box and closes it. "Thank you for such a gift."
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"I am glad it finds favor in your eyes, Lady Lynette." Shepard's expression looks a bit wry as he of course adds, "I have given you something uniquely my own. I have given you that which I care about. Will you not come forth that we may at last be together, milady?" He adds, "Though if you yet require more proof of my devotion, then simply speak and it shall be done."
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Lynette would say yes, though her father would not approve in the least. She looks to the door and smiles while she moves towards it, leaning against it slightly. "My dear Sir Shepard You have given me two gifts from the heart that is true. Though I will not come out yet." There is a pause as she ponders what to ask for next. "Sir Shepard, I wish for you to bring me something that is important to both your house and my own. I do understand you may not know much of my house in a sense for this Though I think it is a reasonable question. Perhaps to keep you on your toes?" She grins just a bit while lifting her head. "Do you think this is something you can see too?"
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Shepard does look a -little- disappointed, even if he's still reasonably aware that more time is likely to pass before these little rituals are completed. "I believe it is within my capability, Milady. I will count being upon my toes a good habit to take up in preparation for our marriage." Yes, there is another jest there. One of the guards down the hall even chortles audibly before he catches himself and falls silent after his partner whaps him in the chest, though his shoulders still shake with a bit of mirth. "This may require a bit of research on my part, Milady, but rest assured that I will return to you as soon as I feel the task has been accomplished in a satisfactory manner, though it will be agony to keep myself from your presence in whatever days may pass in the meantime."
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Lynette doesn't see the disappointed look from Shepard, though who would think she would honestly come out after two gifts? Anne is back there wishing it though! As for the guard luckly no one else hear that. Everyone knows what an innocent angle Lynette is after all! Well perhaps when she sleeps is more like it, really she has been rather good over the past few months. "I would suggest you keep your wits about you for certain after we are married." It will be a interesting wedding for them both most likely. "Of course, if you have any questions I'm sure someone in the house could possible help you even." Though she doesn't think he'll ask anyone here and let it be known that he was fishing for answers so to speak. She smiles all the while, her hand pressing against the door and fingers lightly tapping. "There will come a day that a door will not keep us apart, this will make that day so much more sweeter sir Shepard."
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He didn't -really- expect it. But there's always hope! Still, he smiles at her words, "Indeed it will be, Lady Lynette. Now it seems, I must take my leave that I may start upon this new quest. I do hope you will be well, and until my return I will comfort myself with the memory of your voice." He then turns, moving to exit the Manor, once again nodding to the guards as he heads out. His horse is already waiting (the stablehands know none of these visits are likely to be too long), and soon he's once again on his way to puzzle over Lynette's latest little riddle.
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Thedor 39, 229 2E-
The last few days at the Kincaid Manor have been a bit busy. Many are moving out to head towards the Sutherland wedding, there are some staying behind though like Lynette, and her maids, guards that need to keep an eye on everything and so forth. Not only is there the wedding to deal with but also the return of Hadrian that has caused some havoc among the family, or at least between Hadrian and Aidan. Lynette didn't try /that/ hard to stay out from it seeing how this is her father and brother they are talking about after all. At the moment the house is quiet, Lynette is in her room working on a bit of sewing from the looks of it, her mind is wandering though, plenty on it to say the least which has left her trying to find busy work to keep her mind occupied.
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Lord Shepard Kerrigan returns after a longer pause than his last few visits. It took a fair bit of work to find what he was looking for at this time of year. As to what it is? Well, there's little hiding the large bouquet of roses and lake lillies that he's carrying when he dismounts and makes his way through the manor. Even the guards seem to be warming up to him a bit, stepping aside and saluting with at least the hint of a smile this time. As has become custom, Shepard knocks upon the door and calls out, "Lady Lynette, it is I, Sir Shepard…I hope I find you well. I have returned from the task to which you assigned me upon our last meeting."
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Lynette wasn't sure if or even when Shepard may return, and truthfully if he didn't return she wouldn't be surprised especially if rumors had been spread about the 'talks' going on at the manor. Though the movement is seen and she glances towards the door before the knock is heard. She smiles while standing up, her sewing tucked to the side and she is moving on to the door. "Sir Shepard It is a joy to hear you once more. I am well, how have you been?" This questioned while she leans against the door slightly.
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"Well enough, milady, if bereft for your absence, though it lightens my heart to hear your voice once more." Shepard replies easily enough, a hand moving to rest on the door a moment, the other clutching the paper-wrapped bouquet. "I may have had to get…a bit creative…with this particular task, but I hope you will find it meets the spirit of the quest if possibly not the letter." Shepard chuckles, "If you would care to send one of your maids to retrieve it?" He readies the bouquet to hand it over once the door is opened.
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Lynette smiles as she hears that from him. "If fills my heart with joy to hear you say that Sir Shepard." She offers with a soft tone while her finger slightly slide across the door. "Of course." She wonders what it could be! Anne is up and making her way to the door, opening it and standing there smoothing out her dress just slightly at some winkles that are not that. "Good afternoon Sir Shepard. It is a pleasure to see you again." Though the maid does not seem fully sure about that thought. She looks to the bouquet of flowers and blinks a few times before slipping quiet.
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"Hello Anne. The pleasure is all mine, as always." Shepard smiles to the maid, and offers the big bouquet of flowers over to her, bright red roses mingling with white lake lillies in equal measure. About three dozen blooms altogether. After Anne closes the door, and he waits a few moments to let the maid hand the bouquet over, the Knight speaks, "The Lake Lily is of course the symbol of your house, and Ashenfell is renowned for its' rose gardens, thanks to the efforts of my mother and sister. Indeed, the rose has become something of an unofficial symbol of our house. In either case, the blooms are near and dear to our hearts. So…something important to both our houses, and more so, a symbol of our two houses intertwined together, as will be when we are wed."
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Anne takes the flowers with a faint clearing of her throat heard while she eyes Shepard pondering this one for a few moments before she nods and turns to take the flowers to Lynette. As for Lynette, well the flowers are a surprise and she tilts her head slightly while taking hold of the bouquet. She smiles as she listens to Shepard, leaning slightly against the door which for the moment stays open so she can better hear him. "Shepard There beautiful." She offers softly, a finger lightly touches one of the lily's and then one of the roses. "It saddens me to know that I will not be able to keep them like this I must admit."
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"Well then, while it pains me to admit that it may not always be possible, I -can- give you my oath that whenever it -is- I will make certain that there are fresh version of these symbols close at hand in the home we will make together." Shepard notes with a smile, "But I am pleased that they find favor in your eyes, Lady Lynette. Will you not come forth from your seclusion that we might at last be wed?" He's already expecting the answer, so this time is more curious as to what she might task him with next than anticipating the chance she'll come forward.
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Lynette smiles as she hears Shepard, she tilts her head to look at the door pondering it seems. "Only when able, I don't expect anyone to do anything silly as getting flowers in the middle of winter." Like say now! She holds onto the flowers lightly and soon shakes her head, not that he can see it. "I will not be coming out just yet Sir Shepard." She's back to using 'sir', she had slipped earlier it seems. "You have given me such lovely gifts I wish for you to bring me something from your heart, something that you would give a person to show them how you feel towards them."
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"Alas, it seems I am to be denied your presence some time longer." Shepard shakes his head slightly, but he's smiling, "I hear your request, milady, and shall obey. In fact I already believe I may have something in mind, though it will likely be at least a couple of days before it is ready." Shepard notes, "Until we meet again, I will hold the memory of your voice close to my heart, Lady Lynette, and I do hope you will be well."
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Lynette chuckles softly. "I'm truly sorry Sir Shepard Though I can promise you that I miss you presence just as much." This said with a soft tone. "Of course, that is acceptable. I know you are busy and I wish you too take your time on it of course." The door is pushed closed all the way while she leans upon the door slightly, looking at the flower once more. "I shall miss hearing your voice for certain. I do hope we are able to see each other soon."
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"Be assured I will give it the utmost effort, Lady Lynette." Shepard replies, placing a hand against the door, letting it linger there a few moments, before it lowers, "Farewel, milady. Until my next visit, I hope your days remain pleasant." And with that, he turns and heads back out of the manor yet again, making his farewells to those he passes before mounting his steed and heading back towards Darfield. Looks like it's time to step up on the woodcarving.
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Thedor 44, 229 2E-
Some days have passed since the last meeting between Lynette and Shepard, during that time others of the house have left for the wedding finally, and while the offer was extended to Lyn by her father to attend it as well she decided not to seeing how the courtship was still going on and that is rather important after all. So once more Lynette is left within her room, working on a bit of sewing to keep her mind off of rather pressing matters, like the wedding of her cousin, her own wedding, and then there is the matter that her father and brother are at each other's throats, oh so much drama.
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Sir Shepard Kerrigan arrives in much the same manner he always does, dressed warmly against the cold. There are no obvious objects in his hands as he strides through the manor, taking a few moments to greet some of the folks he's coming to recognize, before making his way all the way up to the back upstairs room that Lynette occupies, returning the Guards' salute as they step back, and moving to knock upon the door, "Lady Lynette? I have returned, I hope you have been well these past few days? I would have returned sooner but for the desire to make certain this request was properly fulfilled."
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The guards are there as normal, and when Shepard appears they both offer him a nod and salute before moving to the side which allows the pair to talk amongst themselves. Lynette sends a glance towards the door once the movement up the steps is heard, with a smile she is up smoothing out her dress and makes her way on towards the door. "Sir Shepard, it is a pleasure to hear your voice once more." She nods slightly, not that he can see this. "I have been well. I hope you have as well. That is alright, I trust all went well?" This questioned with a curious tone.
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"Better than I might have expected, actually. But I was cautious and thorough in the matter. This task ended up matching well with a certain ritual among the folk of Greenshire." Shepard replies, placing a hand upon the door for a moment, before reaching to a pouch at his belt, again pulling out a small, cloth-wrapped bundle, "If you would care to send Anne to retrieve it, I am eager to see what you might think of the fruits of my labor."
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Lynette smiles and nods as she hears this. "I'm very interested to see what this could possibly be, it sounds rather… Lovely in a sense honestly." A glance is sent towards Anne, the handmaiden doesn't seem that amused but she is up and moving towards the door. Lynette shifts to the back somewhat so the door can be opened, and once that is done Anne slips outside to look curiously at Shepard. "Good afternoon Sir Shepard. I trust you are staying healthy and out of the lovely wintery weather that we are having at the moment?" She is most likely being very truthfully, but still he may think otherwise.
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"The climate of Greenshire is a bit warmer than Darfield, but it's not too unbearable, Mistress Anne. Thank you for your concern." Shepard's tone seems entirely sincere, and there's no sign in his expression that it isn't. He hands the small bundle over to Anne with a smile, and after a few moments to allow her to hand it off to Lynette. Once the bundle is unwrapped, a wooden spoon is revealed…finely polished oak, carved rather simply but elegantly with the symbols of House Kincaid and House Kerrigan along the length of the handle, as well as the silhouette of a Knight's chess piece. just at the neck of the spoon. Shepard explains after he's sure that Lynette's had a few moments to examine it, "In Greenshire it is tradition for a groom to carve a wooden spoon for his betrothed. This is to show that his feelings for her are genuine, and that he is willing to apply the appropriate amount of effort that any good marriage requires."
He chuckles softly, "I fear I'm no particularly skilled woodcarver, but as I said…I was most careful in my work…and if you recall the tradition of planting a tree when a child is born to House Kerrigan…this spoon was carved from wood borne by the oak tree that was planted upon my birth." He pauses a moment then adds, "I hope it finds favor in your eyes."
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Anne just eyes Shepard a few moments before a stiff nod is seen. She takes hold of the bundle looking it over before pondering and steps back into the room closing the door behind her. The bundle is then offered to Lynette, whom waits a few moments as she listens to Shepard before she goes about unwrapping the wooden spoon that has been made for her. Lyn is left smiling while letting a finger slightly slide across carved wood. "You did this?" She does seem a bit surprised for some reason over this, though at the same time she has a feeling that he did do it. "I think you sell yourself short Sir Shepard, you did a lovely job of carving it, and the fact that it is from the tree that was planted for you makes it that more important between us I'd have to say." At the questions she smiles, a nod seen while she glances back to the door rather wishing she could open it and go to him. "It does indeed find favor in my eyes."
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"I am pleased that my efforts have borne fruit," Shepard replies with a smile, "Has it perhaps found enough favor in your eyes that you will come forth and we may finally be wed?" Shepard actually has a bit of hope this time, though some part of him does still tend to think that there might be a bit more to come. "I have been deprived your beauty for so long…and though the hopes for our future do not dwindle, and I stand ready to accomplish any task you may still wish to set me upon, my heart aches to lay eyes upon you once more, and to speak with you without these barriers between us."
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Lynette can't help herself and chuckles softly at the bit on his efforts bearing fruit. "Always talking with the thought of trees in mind." She offers softly while leaning back against the door which creaks just slightly. The thought of coming out from the room does cross her mind and she lifts her hand to push a few strands of hair behind her ear. "No Sir Shepard, I will not be coming out just yet." This said with a soft tone while she glances towards the door. "I must ask you to be deprived of my beauty for a bit longer." As for the task not at hand she ponders. "You know something's about me, know some of my hobbies I wish for something special to you that would also have meaning to myself as well." She ponders if this will be a hard one for him or not.
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"It pains me to be parted from you but a moment more, but I will strive to continue to prove my regard and devotion to you." Shepard replies, a tiny touch of disappointment reaching his features but not his voice. "I will have to think on this, but I believe I will be equal to this task, given a bit of time." He nods, "Until then, I will dream of your smile, and be haunted in the most pleasant fashion by the memory of your sweet voice, Lady Lynette. Be well." And with farewells having been made, Shepard will again depart the manor. He's still mostly smiling when he leaves, but it's a thoughtful smile. Even so, an idea begins to form…yes, this will be a grand gift indeed….
END
Sess 2, 229 2E-
Winter is still lingering over the city, though spring is just around the corner. The wedding at Sutherland has been over, people are back to working in the town, and most importantly the Kincaid family is all back under one roof (mostly). Lynette has just madde her way back to her room carrying with her a few items which she is tucking away once the door is closed. Her guards have once more positioned themselves near the door, soft conversation between the pair as they wonder how much longer this will take. They are there to protect the Kincaid family after all, and know it will run its course but it seems to be dragging on to them, very much like it feels to Lynette has been locked in the same room for some time now.
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It's been a bit longer between visits this time, as Lord Shepard Kerrigan had a bit of running around to do to get this particular item ready. He's finally here, though, dismounting his trusty riding horse and once again removing a bundle that was secured to his saddle. This one's a bit larger than previous ones, though clearly box-shaped, which is evident even with the plain white cloth covering around it. He nods to the guards after he makes his way through the manor, making his usual greetings and salutations as he goes. When he finally reaches the door, and the guards step back after making their own nods, he tucks the box under his arm as best he's able, and knocks on the door once more:
"Lady Lynette? I apologize for the delay in my return. I hope you have been well? I'm sure you're happy to see your family back with you."
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Lynette is has indeed been longer then in the past, and for a few days she was unsure of Shepard would return, perhaps he found something easier? There was unsureness in her mind to say the least, though at the knock at the door and the voice she turns to look towards it and is quick to move over to the door. "Sir Shepard, it is a joy to hear your voice." Her hands press against the door while she smiles warmly. "How have you been?" A slight nod is seen, though not by him. "I have been well, and pleased to have my family home once more. Still, I feel badly for not seeing my cousin wed." There is a slight pause. "Though The matter at hand between us is rather important after all."
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"The Duke had invited me to attend, but he understood my reasons for declining." Shepard notes with a smile, his own hand resting on the door, unbeknownst to Lynette for the time being. "As…intensive as all this is, I do find I have enjoyed these little rituals more than I thought I might." He frowns a bit, "Though I do confess that I hold some concern that this near-confinement would chafe upon such a…strong spirit as your own. I hope it has not been too irksome for you." He adds, "And I hope my gifts have helped ease any monotony that these days may hold."
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Lynette nods slightly while letting her arms fold loosely before her, a soft breath escaping her. "I'm rather sure he is fine with such a thing. Just have to visit him when able." At the bit on her confinement she can't help but smirk while eyeing the door. "I will not lie saying it is not.. tiring, I wish to see the daylight outside of the Manor, I miss the fresh air" Her spirit is strong that is for certain, and she has tried more then once to leave the manor and her maid and guards have done enough to stop her it would seem. "Though, your gifts have helped me know that there is a good reason as for why I am here in this room away from everyone."
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"Well, then I hope this next one will continue that particular train of thought, milady." Shepard notes with a smile, "If you would care to send one of your maids to retrieve it? It may be a -bit- heavy but I think they should be able to handle it readily enough." It really isn't that bad. It's about a foot-and-a-half on each side, and perhaps 9 inches deep. "I confess I took…a bit of a gamble on this one, Milady, but I will explain in a moment…" He awaits Anne's inevitable arrival and likely-attempt at a withering stare.
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Lynette glances to the two maids in the room and waves one over, which is of course Anne. The older woman makes her way to the door, pondering how many more days of this will continue! Though the door is opened and she steps out to meet Shepard once more. "Good afternoon Sir Shepard." This said with a firm yet friendly tone. Anne's gaze drifts to the box curiously, a brow lifting and she ponders just what could be within it. Lynette peeks out just slightly to peer at Shepard from the edge of the door, a soft smile seen to herself as she tucks back away behind the door once more. "I'm sure it is fine All of your gifts have been beyond lovely and heart touching after all Sir Shepard."
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"Good day, Anne." Shepard smiles politely to the woman, handing over the cloth-wrapped box, and oddly enough…a small brass key on a gold chain. Once Anne gets it inside and unwrapped, it's a largeish cherry-wood box that's been varnished and polished to a high-gloss shine. Brass hinges affix the lid, and there's a brass engraving of a Lake-Lily that can be swung upward to reveal a keyhole. The top of the box is embossed with lacquered versions of both the Kerrigan and Kincaid heraldry. If it's unlocked, the lid can be swung upward to reveal a box that's clearly designed to hold a chess set. Though there is one oddity…in the lid of the box, there seems to be a separate compartment, just large enough for one piece. If one pays close attention, it's placed so that the piece in question would be placed right between the two heraldic devices on the lid of the box. If that compartment is opened, a custom-carved white knight piece rests inside.
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Anne takes hold of the package and it a bit surprised at how heavy the thing is. "Sending rocks now?" She questions with a faint mutter, that could be picked up before she makes her way into the room, the door is closed behind her. With the package set upon the table Lynette is over to open it and looks over it curiously. She smiles seeing how much detail was put into the box, the key is looked at curiously a few moments before she ponders it and then is looks back to the box itself. It takes her a few moments before she goes about unlocking the box (if it's locked) and opens it to peer inside. A box for her chess set! Now that was something she did not think of. "It is truly beautiful Sir Shepard, a work of art" This said while she casts a glance towards the door and smiles wishing she could see his face. She is back to looking at the box, as for that small compartment it is indeed opened and the piece within makes her pause, she is quiet for a few moments while eyeing it before picking it up and holds onto it tightly. She knows who's set this belongs too and is eyeing it for a moment before she turns to move towards the door, which she does not open just yet. "You won a game with Desmond?" She doesn't know the full story, but for Shepard to have this piece he had to have beaten her uncle.
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"I did, milady." Shepard's voice has…a bit of a sad tinge to it. "He taught me the game. He was my commander in Weston during the Laniveer Invasion 5 years ago." He clears his throat, "I…beat him just two days before he fell in battle. He gave me that piece." He pauses, his voice quiet, but still loud enough to be heard as he rests an arm against the door, leaning against it a bit, "He was a great inspiration to me, and he taught me much beyond just the game of Chess. It was his example that led me to entreat my father to negotiate with House Kincaid first when it came to finding a suitable marriage match for myself." There's another moment of pause, "Some day I'll tell you the complete and total story, if you wish…but while Desmond's Knight is still mine, I give it to you now to hold in trust for me and to keep safe. For while it was a long road until the destination was reached…it was Lord Desmond that started me on the path that led to you."
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Lynette is quiet for a few moments how as she leans upon the door holding the chess piece close to her for a few moments, her eyes close as she recalls her uncle, it was a long time ago but still she can see him all the while. She knew his chess set without a problem even if it was when he was much younger. "I would like to ears it more at some point." She is curious that is for certain, a glance is sent back to the door hearing that Desmond was the reason that Shepard was leg to her, and it makes her smile a moment. "Desmond was a good man I'm glad to know that he was the reason why we have found one another." Makes it seem like Desmond is still around to some degree. "I promise you that it will be kept safe with me."
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"I am glad to hear it, milady." Shepard chuckles softly, "I confess I made a guess on this particular gift. I had noticed that Lord Desmond and your father had custom-crafted sets. I was not sure if it was a tradition among the -whole- family, but I judge from your reaction that it is in fact the case, and that both male and females of the line have their own sets." He clears his throat and steps back, "But with this task accomplished, will you not come forth and put an end to this separation, that we might be wed? Truly, the burden of being without you lies heavy upon my heart." He pauses, "But if you would have more of me, then I will surely give it."
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Lynette smiles and chuckles herself after hearing that. "It is a custom among the family that everyone is given a chess set when they come of age. I have one of course. My set piece if the knight of course." Horses are after all important to her so why wouldn't it be the knight? At the question for her to come out she smiles looking at the door handle and she wants ever so much to join him. "No not yet Sir Shepard." There is but a slight pause as she says this. "I have given you ideas up until this point, things that I felt was important for you to find. Now I wish you to present me with something that you feel is important that you have not given yet." She looks a bit amused. "That should give you something to truly think about I do think?"
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"Indeed it will, Milady." Shepard considers, frowning thoughtfully as he considers, "A task made all the more difficult by the agony of being parted from you longer still. Yet I must remind myself that this will be but a brief moment compared to the lifetime we will have together." Shepard smiles, "Be well, Lady Lynette. I will return as soon as I have discerned what I have that will meet your requirement." And with that, Shepard makes his way back out of the Manor, making his farewells as pleasantly as he made his greetings, before mounting his steed and heading back to Darfield, his mind already racing with the possibilities.
END
Sess 3, 229 NE-
It's only been one day since Sir Shepard Kerrigan's last visit to Lady Lynette Kincaid in her "vigil" tucked away in one of the back rooms on the second floor of Kincaid Manor. So this time it seems he found a suitable answer to Lynette's latest request rather quickly. Whatever that answer is, there's no immediate sign of it as he dismounts his horse just outside the Manor, handing the reins off to one of the stableboys and making his way to the main entrance. He's become a regular enough visitor that genuinely pleasant pleasantries are exchanged with the guards at the door as he moves inside, pulling off the gloves he's wearing and tucking them into his belt while a servant takes his cloak for the time being. Of course his presence is announced to anyone of import that may be about, but truth be told most of these visits have been relatively brief and thus far kept only between Shepard, Lynette, and those maids and guards that have been assigned to watch over her in her semi-solitude.
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Of import is the Father of the House. He's preoccupied with business affairs that likely have to do with the Tournament itself, if not the skirmish upon the Lake. Yet, he turns up from the busy task of speaking with advisors upon the call of Shepard's announcement. He steps from the room with a dismissive gesture to those who were there with him, taking a few steps out to see Sir Shepard whose come to call. Of course the servants and guards had acted the part of allowing permission, yet with Aidan home it was a different matter. He'll move to intercept the young man, his tone undeniable as it reaches out in a solid bariton, "Sir Shepard."
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Lynette didn't think that Shepard would have came up with an answer so quickly to her question. Not that she won't be surprised knowing that he must have an answer now! The announcement that Shepard is at the manor causes her to send a glance around to the few maids with her in the room before she is up and smoothing out her dress and moving on towards the door which she leans close to and works at listening to any that may be talking now. She has on a silvery blue dress, black trim across the neckline and down the bodice bit of the dress to her waist where the skirts of the dress flow and swish as she moves. Her hair is pulled back in tight spiral curls save for a few hair clips that are keeping a few strands out of her face, the hair clips are white lilies in both white and black small gems. The voice of her father is caught and she lifts her head up slightly pondering the conversation that may be about to happen some dozen feet away.
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Shepard pauses without any sign of alarm or consternation, turning about to face Aidan after he hears his commanding voice. "Your Grace." Shepard's voice is more a pleasant tenor as he raises a hand to his chest and lowers his eyes. "A pleasure to see you again, Your Grace. I hope your trip to Sutherland was enjoyable? I would imagine the climate is much improved from Darfield at this time of the year." He straightens, allowing his hand to drop to his side and awaiting the Duke's words.
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Aidan lifts his chin as his eyes flicker toward the door along the hallway, concealing his lovely daughter, before returning his interest to Shepard now that the younger man has stopped to greet him properly. "It was a fast trip Sir Shepard, so quickly seen too and over." There's a dismissive gesture to the weather, "Of course. And what of yourself? Have you managed to convince my daughter from her confines yet? I had hoped for you to announce your wedding date during the tournament." There's a look of some expectation sent to the door, curious, before drawn back to Shepard, "I should leave you to it, since if she is anything like her mother, it took considerable convincing. Speak with me after you have addressed her yet again."
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Lynette is only able to catch a bit of conversations here and there while the two talk. The bit on her mother needing considerable convincing is indeed picked up and it is enough to make her grin slightly. Oh yes she has needed a good amount of convincing up until this point. There is yet another chance that she could still turn Shepard down tonight, though only time will tell what the answer could possibly be.
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"Not quite yet, Your Grace." Shepard notes, smiling with a touch of humble humor, "But I believe I have made a reasonably persuasive case so far." He inclines his head to Aidan, "Of course Your grace, I will see you shortly, I should think." As emotional as these little meetings are, they don't usually take terribly long. With Aidan having released him for the moment, Shepard turns and moves back to the door of Lynette's room, returning the salute of the guards as they move back to permit the slight appearance of privacy…as private as something can be with two maids and two guards about.
He reaches up and knocks on the door, calling out once more, "Lady Lynette? I have returned. I hope you have been well?" He places a hand against the door, resting it there a moment before adding, "I fear the thought of being parted from you for but a moment longer was unbearable, and so I was inspired to return to you quickly. I hope you will find my offering agreeable."
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Aidan simply retires to the sitting room and has drinks made ready to receive his future son in law.
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Lynette shifts slightly as she paces back and forth before the door, she can just wonder what the conversation is going on between her father and Shepard. Though her attention is pulled back to the moment as she hears the knock and then Shepard's voice which makes her smile. "Sir Shepard, it is a pleasure to hear your voice once more. I have been well, what of yourself?" This questioned while she moves back to the door leaning against it slightly. "I see that you have returned rather quickly, and I am waiting to see what the offering might be to my question that I last gave you."
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"This may be a bit complicated, Milady." Shepard notes, his tone a bit serious, "For despite the short time since my last visit, I did give this matter considerable thought. You asked, seemingly simply, for something important that I have not yet given." Shepard pauses, "When you asked for something that was mine, I gave you the first set of spurs I earned as a Knight. You asked for something I had great care for, I gave you the traditions of my house and my hopes for our future. When asked for something important to both our houses, I gave you symbols of both our houses, intertwined, the import being in what the whole represented. When asked for something from my heart, I carved you a wooden spoon in the tradition of my own people, to show the efforts that would be applied to our marriage."
The Greenshire knight pauses a moment, then continues, "When you asked for something special to me that might hold meaning for yourself as well…I gave you the means to help carry the traditions of your own house with you when we are wed, and placed that single chess piece that in so many ways has brought us together in your safekeeping. All of these things have been important, and I suppose, that in time, I could find all the important things of the world to lay at your feet, and would gladly do so if you wished it, but ultimately there is but one thing that is in my power to offer…that -must- be offered…before we could ever be wed."
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Lynette is rather curious to what Shepard has to say, she leans against the door slightly while letting her hand press against it. A slow nod is seen (though not to him) while the list goes on. "Indeed The gifts have all been well thought off, well planned, and from your heart for certain." At the end she casts a glance towards the door as if she could see through it and the man at the other side. "I'm rather sure you could and would Though I desire one thing, not many." She smirks as she says that before a soft breath escapes her and she lets her arms fold before her, shoulders lifting a moment. "What is it that you offer then Shepard?" No 'sir' given as she says his name.
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"I offer myself." Shepard says quite simply, "I am a Knight, and so I am sworn to fight at the behest of my liege lords when called upon, and I am the Heir of Ashenfell, which means that I must consider the needs of my House and my People, but in all other things, I shall be yours, and even in those things, I will be grateful for your concern, your counsel, and your support in carrying out the duties to which I am sworn." He smiles a touch, "I had thought to offer you simply my heart, but I should hope we both knew that it would be in your hands eventually…so consider it included, but I'll simply have to beg you to accept the rest along with it."
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Lynette wasn't honestly expecting that as his answer and she is left eyeing the door for a few moments. "Yourself?" Is questioned to make sure she heard him correctly It would seem. She has to wonder if he found the stories of how the customs of Lakesire was started, would he have went so far to follow in those footsteps? It is possible. Though as Shepard goes on it does bring a smile to her lips and she chuckles softly a moment. "I would hope for more than just your heart, though I would find myself lucky for such a thing all the same." There is a pause once he goes about asking if she will accept this and her hand moves to the door and it opens just slightly though not yet opening fully. "Are you fully sure that you want to offer yourself?" This questioned with a curious tone. Of course she couldn't just come out and say 'yes', she had to question it at least once more.
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"Lady Lynette, my only regret is that I did not think to offer it sooner. In failing to offer such assurances, it is certainly easy to see why you may still have held some doubt as to the depth of the commitments I have made and will continue to make to you." He takes a step back from the door, "And so I offer it freely and without reservation." Shepard pauses a moment and notes, "And now, will you not come forth? I will of course fulfill any further request you might ask of me, but I fear that the list of things that are truly mine to give begins to run short…at least beyond those things that will already be yours when we are wed."
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Lynette smiles a moment as she hears him, an she nods slightly seemingly agreeing with what is being said by the other. "You have made the right choice Shepard." Once more tossing the sir to the side, and why not? The door pulls open the rest of the way and she looks up to him, her gaze moving to rest upon his, a warm smile is offered to the other while she sips from the room moving over to him. "I was hoping you would offer such a thing, I was wondering when you might think of it honestly." A slight grin is seen as she says this.
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"I fear it's but the first of many times you might have to hammer a particular message through my thick skull, milady." Shepard notes with a bit of a humored grin, but it shifts to a warmer, more complete smile just a moment later, as he reaches to take Lynette's hands, "Even my memory can't do you justice. You're at least twice as beautiful as any recollection I had."
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Lynette chuckles softly as she hears that, she lifts her head and grins. "I hope you recall that when I do indeed hammer home said message." She winks at him before reaching to take hold of his hands and give them a squeeze. There is one thing she is left to do now, in a sense seal it with a kiss though the though makes her pause a few moments. Of course she has seen others kiss, though she has never done such a thing as it would not be right for one of her station to do that of course. The rest of his words cause her to blush. "You still have a way with words that is for certain. Not that I mind them."
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"I'd hope not. You'll likely hear much more of them in the days and months and years to come." Humor glints in Shepard's eyes, though it grows more serious, if not exactly somber a moment later, "As I recall when this custom was explained to me, there is one more not-so-small component left to be fulfilled?" He meets Lynette's gaze evenly, and a hand reaches to brush his fingers against her cheek, another brief glimmer of humor sparkling in his eyes, "With your permission, my Lady?"
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Lynette looks amused as she hears him, a slight nod seen. "I have a feeling I would grow to like it if I did not already." The touch of his fingers to her cheek cause her to blush a bit more if that would be possible. "There is indeed a custom left to do, though I am the one that should go forth with it." She points out and let a hand move to his chest while her gaze rests upon his, that warm smile of hers is seen once more. She leans up, her gaze still resting upon his while she moves to press her lips to his in at first unsure kiss, if he were to allow it of course. Though given that he was just asking that question she has a feeling that he will allow it.
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Yes, he certainly does allow it, and is perfectly patient with any uncertainty, though it's clear he has at least a bit more experience at this sort of thing than she does…probably not surprising, all told. The hand not caressing her cheek moves to her waist, and the kiss…lingers. Certainly not lacking any spark of passion, that's for sure.
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Lynette wouldn't honestly know if he had experience with this or not, though at the same time she isn't paying attention to such things. She's never kissed a man upon the lips, the feeling is strange and she is rather sure she forgets to breath as her heart is for certain heard pounding within her chest. As for the kiss lingering, it does indeed a bit of passion for sure getting tossed back and forth between this pair. Anne is in the room not wanting to watch, but the handmaid is a bit beside herself for how long the kiss seems to be lasting.
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It -does- hover on the edge of propriety for several moments, but finally Shepard does break the kiss, though for at least a few more moments he keeps her close. His smile is warm, but he does laugh softly, leaning down to murmur something quietly into her ear, before pulling slightly away, only to offer his arm to her, "Your father wished to speak with me after I finished here…would you care to join us, My dear Lynette?" No sardonic tone or wryness in those last few words…rather genuine sentiment instead.
You whisper "Don't forget to breathe." to Lynette.
Lynette won't let the kiss go on much longer, still the point is made and her choice is as well. She fully accepts Shepard it would seem. Right before the kiss is breaking Anne is on her way over most likely to drag Lynette off from Shepard if they do not stop. Once the kiss is over Lynette does get that breath in, and at the whisper she is blushing. "Of course" Is murmured to what was said to her. Her arm moves to slip within his and she nods while smiling. "Sounds like a fine idea to me." She can just imagine what her father might have to say now that she has accepted Shepard fully.
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And now it's Shepard's turn to turn -just- a slight bit pink in the cheeks when the guards who've been faithfully watching over Lady Lynette these past couple or three weeks salute as soon as the pair turn about, "Thank you, Gentlemen." Shepard nods towards them then glances to the maids, inclining his head towards them, "And you as well, for watching over her." He smiles to the maids, and then heads along with Lynette towards Aidan's study.
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