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Jul. 19th, 2016 08:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
likeroaringlionsIt's raining, it's pouring, Stirling Castle is boring...
William Douglas has been shooed with varying degrees of deference out of the kitchens, out of the stables, out of the smithy and the armory and the kennels. And sent with no deference at all out of his father's chambers, where Balvenie and Livingston are deep in conference. Thick as thieves, the pair of you, William had said, and as a result he's pressing a cold cold glass of ale gingerly to a slightly swelling lip.
Come on, is there anything on that television? Anyone to talk to? He'd asked the bar for something to make pictures with, like that foan or instamattick someone told him about, and all he'd gotten was a few sticks of colored wax and a sheaf of white papers.
William Douglas has been shooed with varying degrees of deference out of the kitchens, out of the stables, out of the smithy and the armory and the kennels. And sent with no deference at all out of his father's chambers, where Balvenie and Livingston are deep in conference. Thick as thieves, the pair of you, William had said, and as a result he's pressing a cold cold glass of ale gingerly to a slightly swelling lip.
Come on, is there anything on that television? Anyone to talk to? He'd asked the bar for something to make pictures with, like that foan or instamattick someone told him about, and all he'd gotten was a few sticks of colored wax and a sheaf of white papers.
