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             “Is there room on your dance card for me?” His eyes are bright with a smile as he offers her his hand. “I am one of your oldest dance partners after all.” A tease to when she had been much younger and she had begged and begged until he had given in and agreed to practice with her. Any time after that all she had to give into her requests. “Seems only fair that I be given one dance.”

@melnchly​ catrin for loholt ;; sc

#melnchly #II loholt II ic #II loholt II threads #do they have dance cards in camelot? idk

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        “Well are you coming or not?” There’s a wide grin. He already has his brother’s mount saddled along with his own. “I was starting to think you were going to leave me standing here all day--”

@prxmoiros​ loholt for amhar

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         “How are you finding Camelot, Lady Stark?” His smile is warm, trusting even. He’s a night, a son of the king, and his kindness is genuine, always. “I hope everything is to your liking?”

@hiddensteel​ ;; loholt for sansa ;; starter call

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         It had taken more time than he’d like to admit for his strength to return. Still it was returning, and while he could stand tall now without the world spinning and threatening to slip from under him, a sword was still to much weight for him to wield properly. A fact that brought him endless frustration. His father had checked in on him when he could but a proper conversation between father and son still needed to be had. Not that he had tried, he had words and questions ached to be said but instead they were held like secrets in the notches of his ribs. His mother had been through enough that he had not dared voiced them to her. 

       While Loholt held no anger towards his father about what had transpired, he was not the same man he once had been, a little more hardened, a little less hopeful. He supposed a brush with death would do that. They stood outside, the sun wonderfully warm against his face. Finally he looked to his father, the king who stood beside him. “May I ask you something?”

@oflogres​ arthur for loholt ;; sc

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            “Where’s your sense of adventure?” His grin is mischievous as he looks back at his younger brother. “No one will catch us, I promise. I’ve done this a dozen times. Besides, what's the worst that can happen if we are caught?”

@prxmoiros​ ;; loholt for amhar ;; starter call

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