#snippet of a fic I am writing - inspired by one of historia-vitae-magistras' posts

[balladofthewhitehorse]

Twilight had drawn a hazy, dream-like quality over everything - and England felt something inside him break as he remembered that the person he had lain with was only a mortal. She won’t be like this forever, England mused mournfully, thinking of silvery hair and crow’s feet around pale eyes. Is it depressing for them? The young man was unsure, watching as the lady began to slowly rise up. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, and England longed to gently braid it. He said nothing. 

Somewhere in the midst of the ale and the chatter, he had completely slipped the woman’s name - and he feared that his clumsy tongue might make a muddle somewhere here and there, the name of some other woman England vaguely remembered he was supposed to be courting. ‘’I’m terribly sorry, ma’am.’’ He pressed a shy, furtive kiss against her shoulder (humming at the sight of the freckles - drawn out by the sweet, summer sun, their likeness drawing up a deep yearning in the pit of his belly). ‘’But, I didn’t…I didn’t quite catch your name?’’ England leaned back against the pillow with a soft sigh, watching her shadow move against the far wall, half-lidded eyes as he tried to remember if there was somewhere he was supposed to be today. 

‘’Stephanie.’’ Came the reply, as she arched her brow critically. ‘’Am I not worth remembering?’

#hws england #snippet of a fic I am writing - inspired by one of historia-vitae-magistras' posts