howlingplayground | A King AU... again

It figures. It just figures. The one time he goes out without Josh, Kevin gets stabbed through the side. They're relatively sure that nothing important was damaged, but the knights can't touch him. One's already lost a glove to Kevin's power, and who knows when they'll be able to get to Josh.

"Your Highness, we need to keep moving -" Sir Julian says, scowling as they come upon a village.

"We keep moving and he's going to bleed to death," the heavily helmeted Lady Sooraya points out. "Perhaps this village has a healer?" She suggests, looking around.

Julian snorts. "Healer or not, how are they -"

Kevin falls off his horse, stopping all talking. One of the other knights, smaller than the other two jumps down. "I'm alright." He tries to reassure.

"Julian!" The knight on the ground snaps. "Ride ahead into the village. See if they have someone." He nods and knees his horse heading toward the village. "Sooraya, get over to that house and see if they have a cart. Buy it if you have to." She snaps out orders, her metal gloves holding Kevin still. "Stay still, Your Highness. We'll get you somewhere safe."

He swallows and nods. He knows his side is bleeding again. He knows that he's been losing blood pretty steadily since they had been attacked by the small troupe of bandits. He closes his eyes, only to have his shoulder shaken. "Don't you dare pass out on me." She snaps at him.

"Not trying to." He whispers, as he fights to keep his eyes open. "J, ride for Josh. Soo and Julian got me."

"Not yet. I'm going to get you to a healer first." She says, stubbornly. "Besides, the King will have our heads if we let you die. I like my head." She looks up as someone approaches. "Stand and explain yourself." She says, getting to her feet and resting a hand on her sword.

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Angela nods before she flits into the room itself. She ends up plopped down beside Alex, brows popped up at hearing about Soo's date.

"Does she go on many dates like that?"

"Nope." Jubes says, popping her lips. Her and her father have apparently stopped arguing about her drinking, if her getting another glass is anything to go by. "But Dad and Daddy," she waves to Lord Victor and Sir Logan, "have decided as they are responsible for her it's time for her to start thinking about it."

"You or her, kid." Victor puts in, amused.

"And we don't hate anyone that much." She points out, shrugging.

"How're you finding the castle?" Josh asks, from across the table.

Angela looks mystified a moment as she considers.

"Well ... my room is nice?"

That's about all she's seen of the place after all.

Josh chuckles. "Well I promise to take you around tomorrow." He says, poking at his food. "We'll get you a better perspective than a 'nice' room."

Lord Alex nudges him. "Is there anything you need?" He asks, of Angela. "We can take you out into the city tomorrow, if so?" He offers, gently. He ignores the soft conversation at the other end of the table between Jubes and her father.

Anything she needs, hm? Angela thinks a moment, mentally counting out what money she does have with her.

"I suppose more clothing. I did bring some things with me but if I'm suppose to stay here a while..."

Is she supposed to be here for a while? She'd gotten that impression when they were leaving her grandparents.

Josh grins. Alex rolls his eyes and nudges his husband with a foot. "Josh, try not to go overboard." He says. Then, Alex turns to Angela. "do not let him walk all over you." He cautions, eyeing his husband.

Josh attempts to look innocent. "The woman says she needs clothing, I -"

Alex facepalms. "If you need to stab him, that's fine." But he's teasing. "He has this thing about dressing people." Alex shakes his head. "You'll have a full wardrobe if you're not careful."

Josh waves his drink. "A few things appropriate for Court, that's all." But there's a maniacal gleam in his eye.

Perhaps Angela should be a whole lot more fearful here but she actually looks intrigued, hands against the table and leaning forward, all that.

"Oh! No, no, that's really handy! I mean I'm an absolute dullard at clothes, you know?"

She gestures over her form with both hands. "I've just sort of always wore whatever got thrown at me!"

No seriously, her grandmother was the one who gave her clothing. Sure Angela could hem it up and all but she'd run around barefoot of in comfortable shoes that looks terrible with her outfit. She was a gremlin who happened to have a nice face.

Jubes at the other end of the table laughs, having been watching. "Stuff it Alex, you're stuck."

"Why did I marry him again?" Alex mutters into his food.

"Be-mmph." A roll is stuffed into Josh's mouth by Sir Logan.

"Not at the table." Logan grumbles. "Sparkplug, you're goin' with 'em."

"But, I -" Then she sighs at a look from her Dad. "Yes, Dad." She looks at Josh. "Where are we going?"

"Well, if M'lady approves, I have just the clothier's shop to take her to. We'll get you outfitted with comfortable everything for court!" Josh says enthusiastically. "And for riding, of course, and walking, and working, since I can't see you not helping in the healing garden at least sometimes." He grins. "Is there anything else you'd like to do while you're here? We have an entire city and castle at your disposal!"

A King AU... again

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