02-26-2013, 05:19 AM
William nodded at Edwin's answer, about to tease him a bit when the kings voice suddenly turned to them.
Blushing despite himself at having nearly been caught, Will tried to quickly find a suitable answer that didnt involve a case of trench rot in the story. Some of his battle field stories not even Edwin would hear.
"I am quite enjoying it, its a feast as worthy as our victory over our enemies. It was quickly won and I am sure our foes will tell stories of the bravery of my brothers for many a summer my lord."
Will tried to smile as he played with the golden ring, something he feared would become a habit at a rapid rate, while he tried to think of any better way to try and make the battle sound less like the messy mud pit it had actually been. Though he could respect the burning fire behind the kings eyes, and the battle had been fairly cut and dry, but all the same, Will often thought some of the poets who wrote war ballads ought to visit a battle field before they picked up a lute.
"I fear I am woefully unfit to have served for so fine a kingdom or with so fine a band of soldiers, I had been telling the prince just earlier the nobility of the knightly order, its our pride to up hold the kingdom."
Blushing despite himself at having nearly been caught, Will tried to quickly find a suitable answer that didnt involve a case of trench rot in the story. Some of his battle field stories not even Edwin would hear.
"I am quite enjoying it, its a feast as worthy as our victory over our enemies. It was quickly won and I am sure our foes will tell stories of the bravery of my brothers for many a summer my lord."
Will tried to smile as he played with the golden ring, something he feared would become a habit at a rapid rate, while he tried to think of any better way to try and make the battle sound less like the messy mud pit it had actually been. Though he could respect the burning fire behind the kings eyes, and the battle had been fairly cut and dry, but all the same, Will often thought some of the poets who wrote war ballads ought to visit a battle field before they picked up a lute.
"I fear I am woefully unfit to have served for so fine a kingdom or with so fine a band of soldiers, I had been telling the prince just earlier the nobility of the knightly order, its our pride to up hold the kingdom."