a_libertine
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Agrican looked out over the river Thames and the squalid city of London sprawled over it's banks. This was not what he wanted, yet here he was. There was always a price for annoying one's monarch and Agrican certainly had. The details of which he wished to bury as deep as the water that separated Englad from France, if not deeper.
As the ship docked he leaped over the side onto the dock and strolled off, having left instructions for his gear. He was tall and athletic. Dark hair framed startling blue eyes that seemed to capture every little detail of anything he looked at. A nearly perpetual grin, maybe a smirk, creased his face giving him a playful and youthful appearance. His stride was confident almost cocky as he worked his way through London toward the French Embassy.
After all one had to pay their respects to the ranking person of his kingdom.
It was at that meeting that Agrican received even more bad news, which he swallowed bitterly, but quietly, "Of course, I shall," he replied.
That night he spent at a nearby inn, a nice place lacking all of the comforts of home. In the morning, dreary, wet, and sunless, Agrican made his way to the embassy in time to go to the British court. Agrican really had no interest in this particular Henry, Henry VIII to be precise, but again, one obeyed their orders now didn't they?
They entered the court, a parade of peacocks Agrican thought and he was presented as a 'knight of great prowess and reknown' to the king who looked upon him disinterestedly. That disinterest was perfect as far as Agrican was concerned. Being noticed by the liege lord of a realm was hardly good for one's well being, as he recently discovered.
Once received Agrican removed himself from the French party and moved toward the back of the English crowd, his eyes sweeping the crowd for a friendly, preferably pretty, face.
Agrican looked out over the river Thames and the squalid city of London sprawled over it's banks. This was not what he wanted, yet here he was. There was always a price for annoying one's monarch and Agrican certainly had. The details of which he wished to bury as deep as the water that separated Englad from France, if not deeper.
As the ship docked he leaped over the side onto the dock and strolled off, having left instructions for his gear. He was tall and athletic. Dark hair framed startling blue eyes that seemed to capture every little detail of anything he looked at. A nearly perpetual grin, maybe a smirk, creased his face giving him a playful and youthful appearance. His stride was confident almost cocky as he worked his way through London toward the French Embassy.
After all one had to pay their respects to the ranking person of his kingdom.
It was at that meeting that Agrican received even more bad news, which he swallowed bitterly, but quietly, "Of course, I shall," he replied.
That night he spent at a nearby inn, a nice place lacking all of the comforts of home. In the morning, dreary, wet, and sunless, Agrican made his way to the embassy in time to go to the British court. Agrican really had no interest in this particular Henry, Henry VIII to be precise, but again, one obeyed their orders now didn't they?
They entered the court, a parade of peacocks Agrican thought and he was presented as a 'knight of great prowess and reknown' to the king who looked upon him disinterestedly. That disinterest was perfect as far as Agrican was concerned. Being noticed by the liege lord of a realm was hardly good for one's well being, as he recently discovered.
Once received Agrican removed himself from the French party and moved toward the back of the English crowd, his eyes sweeping the crowd for a friendly, preferably pretty, face.
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