Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-17114085-20160719141813

(Yes, she is closer and letters would arrive faster regarless.)

The letter that Provlith to the Imperial Ambassidor in Shornhelm on Queen Jannia's behalf arrived. (Sept can decide what happens to this letter.)

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Roberto looked at Jeanne as she slept and couldn't help but smile. He decided to lay there and not awaken her.

A few minutes later she woke up. Jeanne opened her eyes and looked up at the king.

"Good morning." he told her.

"Your majesty." she said then paused for a moment. "Shit, I slept over?" She asked rhetorically. She pushed herself up. "Ormax and the others have surely realized that I am missing by now. Damn it, I just got promoted and now I'm going to get on his bad side for skipping morning drills." Jeanne jumped off the bed.

Roberto could now clearly see the various scars that covered her body. She was a soldier and it showed. Numerous small scars, the results all the injuries that she has sustained in the 3 years that she has been in the Adamantine Order. Some might be appauled by them, but Rob actually thought it gave her a certain charm. "Can't you stay? You just only woke up."

Jeanne began to rushingly put on her clothes. She looked back at the king, who had now sat up on his bed. "Believe me, I wish I could your majesty. But Sir Ormax will have my head if I don't go. I'm still his subordinate."

Rob nodded. "Very well." He managed to push himself on his feet, after a bit of struggle. He walked over to her as she finished dressing herself.

Jeanne turned around and placed a hand on his chest. "Last night was great, my king. I told you things I've never told anyone."

"I will carry those secrets to my grave, milady." He assured her. He drew her close and planted a kiss upon her lips.

Jeanne kissed him back and things were almost getting heated again before she pushed him away. "I'm...I'm sorry, I need to get going." She made her way out of the tent and looked back at Rob before leaving, offering him a smile.

After what he had heard during the night, Rob knew that she wasn't used to being happy. That smile seemed one of the few exceptions. He found himself returning the smile. As with last night, he felt like he was far away from the war and the tragedy he had faced in the past few months. He was happy.

Jeanne left and the king began to get dressed. He could now walk around, for the most part, but it still hurt when he did. Nonetheless, pain was better than being confined to the damned bed all day. He wanted to go outside.