❝ Elinor, mah name is Elinor m'lady.❞
“You mean to say the point of all this is to stay on the horse?”
"I see I’ve been going about this tournament business all wrong.”
Was that a little bit of sass that ran
through the young maiden’s ears?
❝ Don’t be sae silly, gie back on & try again.
I’ll guide ye through it.❞
dunbrochking
Knowing well enough,
today was the day. The brunette had to meet
another potential husband. The fair maiden was,
how to put this… Different, different from her mother
& her father. The oldest out of three other wee little
lasses. The high class lady stood tall. Awaiting to see
the Scottish lad, lord whatever he was to walk through
that door.
Her dad just selling her off like she
was some type of prize.
Only grew to annoy Elinor.
