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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 14:23:48 GMT
Alasdair had received the letter from Treise and it had made him grin from ear to ear. He loved the fact that she had missed him enough to basically demand his presence. Of course, he'd been pretty miserable not seeing her, too. All he'd been able to think about was the kiss they'd shared during the knight games. Well; that, and the pending war with England and Scotland. Oh the joys of being a Marquess. Sunil may not be an overly large estate, but he knew that Ireland would need all of its men. Then again, he also knew that the Grand Duchy had far more men, and it would take even more time and patience to get them organized.
He'd been a bit fidgety with thoughts of the looming war. His sister was foremost in his mind. Alpin Mahon; her husband, was a Duke. That meant the man and his soldiers would be in the war, too. And with the recent news of Ranait's pregnancy, it worried him all the more. He was tempted to send their mother to Carnaghan, but Renny would probably be pissed if he did that. He had no doubt that she was being well cared for. His concern was what would happen when war struck. Especially if something happened to Alpin. He shook his head and pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. He had just arrived at the gate to the Grand Duchy, and he reined his horse to a stop. Someone asked who he was and said to state his business. "I am Alasdair O'Halloran; Marquess of Sunil, and I am here on invitation from the Grand Duchess."
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Post by Treise O’Seighin on Aug 30, 2014 17:38:14 GMT
Treise had been rather busy indeed, but it didn't stop her every other thought from being about Alasdair, however subtle it might be. I need to organize my men, I hope that for this war that there will be more volunteers than the last. And not two seconds later, I wonder how the marches are fairing with their men. Hopefully Alasdair isn't being faced with the guilt of tearing a man from his family to fight in the war. Her thoughts circled around like this, going from her duchy to his march and back again with the war being the most prominent topic. Even now as she was talking to a commander of the army she couldn't help but have her thoughts stray. "Duchess we need to assemble another party to assess the ships that have landed on the shore." "I completely agree with you, Commander. I'm just not sure who to send, to be honest. I can't send you, and I surely can't send a party of the green boys that have come knocking at our door to join the army. Perhaps we can send a captain with a few of them. Perhaps another few soldiers to keep them in line." But is that a wise decision? Would Moira even expect me to send men, or is she currently massing her own party? I wish that I had more counsel...I wish that Alasdair was here. It wasn't long after that thought, however, that a servant came rushing in to grin at her, spouting something about a man being at the gates and saying that he'd come upon her invitation. She would blink, staring at the girl as she tried to figure out why she was looking at her in such a way, readying herself to bark out a question about who it was, only to have the girl smile coyly at her and announce that it was Alasdair O'Halloran at the gates.
Upon hearing his name she lurched to her feet, turning to murmur a quick 'excuse me' to the commander before leaving the room and working her way quickly through her home. She went as quickly as she could without running, as it wouldn't do for her people to see her running to meet a man; she was supposed to be calm and collected, stern even, not excitable and definitely not loving. At least that's what she thought anyways. It was at this moment that she cursed herself for closing the gates to visitors without her permission. Either way, she was happy she moved towards her stables where a horse already awaited her, knowing that taking a horse to the gates would be much quicker than trying to walk there. She wasted no time in swinging up into her saddle, spurring her horse towards the gates as soon as she was seated. It felt like years before she reached the gates, though when she got there and finally saw his face she absolutely beamed. She requested that they be opened, though she would move out of the gates before he could move inside, offering him a mischievous smile, "And who might you be?" she would ask, acting as if she didn't recognize him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2014 19:31:03 GMT
He sat in the saddle as he waited for word to reach Treise that he was here. Uncertainty over how she would react to his presence flitted briefly through his mind, but he shoved it aside. She'd written the letter to him, after all. While he waited he debated what war would mean, and considered all of the things that he needed to do to prepare for the war. Most of his men were ready as it was; though they continued to work in the training arena until word reached Sunil that they were needed. He knew he would have to discuss the details with someone that's above him at some point in time. It was just that he wasn't really sure who. He'd never prepared people for war before. He'd helped fight in the last war to hit Ireland as a whole, but his father had been alive, and the Marquess, at that point in time. Which meant that Al hadn't needed to be the one to prepare the men. He shook his head when he heard the sound of hoof beats approaching the gate. A smile curved his lips when he spotted Treise, and it turned into a full blown grin when she teased him. "Oh, you know, just some new guy," he teased back.
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Post by Treise O’Seighin on Sept 5, 2014 7:44:08 GMT
She couldn’t help but grin when he said that he was just some new guy, “Well it’s certainly nice to meet you, then,” she would say, “Though, I do have to warn you. I don’t let just anybody into my duchy, especially not random men that have no business here,” she would tease him. “And, I also have to warn you about my court. I don’t think he’d like for random attractive men to come visiting my duchy all the time,” she would say with a shrug, her lips splitting in a large grin as she watches him for a reaction; she expected something sarcastic in response, though she wasn’t sure as she felt almost as if he might just play along with the joking. She would let her gaze flick from him to the guards at the gate for a moment and back again, having noticed that they seemed particularly antsy that she was outside of the gate and she was holding up them closing it, “Well, in lieu of giving my guards a heart attack, you might as well come past the gates,” she would say, her tone sounding rather cheeky as she turns her horse and coaxes it to move back onto her land.
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