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[tiltingwithlips]

It has been several days since Harry Percy came riding up to Hereford and turned Elizabeth's life into a storm of confused emotions -- and only a day or two since he actually proposed marriage, and she accepted, just to confuse everything even further. And that has set off a whole new storm of preparations in an astonishingly short time. The wedding won't actually take place for some months, but from her parents' urgency, you would think it was happening tomorrow.

Harry is not, of course, allowed anywhere near her quarters, as is proper, and they both take the walk from the great hall to the staircase as their last chance to talk alone for the day. (Not terrifically alone, of course; still chaperoned, even more than when they were properly courting, to both of their annoyance.) At the parting of ways, Harry kissed her hand and bade her good night, repairing some (only some) of the damage he'd wrought at dinner by unwittingly comparing one of the Mortimers' allies, by means of an unfortunate extended metaphor, to a badger.

"I'll wish thee good morrow soon enough, Kate," he murmured, and she nudged him away, as hard as she could in the sight of her mother's lady.

When the bar appears through her bedroom door, she barely hesitates before slipping through and shutting the door behind her. Someone opens it immediately and she steps out of the way--

And stares at Harry Percy.

"My lord?"

"--My lady!" he says, recovering quickly, as he starts to laugh.

[ooc: Two pups, two muns! Tag one or both -- slowtimes welcomed.]

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[valiantrebel]

"I did not mean so soon!"

[tiltingwithlips]

"'Tis not the morrow yet," she points out, starting to laugh herself.

"Know'st thou where we are?"

[valiantrebel]

"Since I was 17 myself."

Really, though, he might actually be laughing about this forever. "How long is it thou'st been coming here?"

[tiltingwithlips]

"Some months, I should say -- not so long as thee, then."

[valiantrebel]

Harry shakes his head. "I must confess to thee, I've come here from within thy father's house -- but I thought nothing of it, that you might know of it too."

[tiltingwithlips]

She bursts into laughter again.

"I would that I had known! At times I scarce can credit that it is aught more than a dream."

[valiantrebel]

"God's me, it's been a boon more times than I may count! And thou mayest have it when we are at Warkworth. I have come through from anywhere when I am at home."

His delight is approaching the abject, not to mention his certainty that he's proven: this match is perfect and more. "What is't pleases you best about this place?"

Because his favorite part is everything.

[tiltingwithlips]

"The people, of a certainty! To see and meet so many folk I never could have dreamed of is a rare pleasure."

You're marrying a people person, Harry. We hope you knew that.

[valiantrebel]

So long as she also likes dogs and horses, we should be a-okay.

He shrugs. "The people are passing fair... yet I am glad at heart that my stomach's so well tended."

If that hasn't been made clear, Kate, you are marrying a troll.

[will_scarlett]

Will's at a table with a drink and watching the crowd in Milliways when they enter and he grins before walking over to them and bowing,

"Milord, milady, I didna know ye knew each other."

[tiltingwithlips]

"Master Will," Elizabeth says, turning. (Her eyes linger on Harry for a moment.)

"I did not know you knew my lord of Northumberland."

[valiantrebel]

Harry beams. "He is one of Robin Hood's men! To live under the first King Richard, think of it!" He looks to Elizabeth. "How do you both know the other?"

To Will (though glancing often at the lady): "We did not know each other until recently, but Lady Elizabeth has agreed to marry me. It gladdens my heart I'll not have to explain this place to her!"

[will_scarlett]

They're charming together and Will gestures to his table,

"We 'ave spoken 'ere. That is fine news, milord. I wish ye both congratulations."

[tiltingwithlips]

Elizabeth ducks her head, half embarrassed and half pleased.

"My thanks, sirrah -- our thanks, I should say."

[valiantrebel]

"Our thanks indeed."

It still sounds strange, but. But right.

Harry pulls out a chair. Ladies first.

"How goes it with thee, Master Will? Canst thou still find the bruises we gave each other?"

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, milord, 'specially that fine wallop that almost took me off me feet. It goes well as spring starts to appear in Sherwood. An ye both, 'ow recent is yer engagement?"

Will waits to sit again until both Harry and Elizabeth have sat and then looks for a wait rat.

[tiltingwithlips]

Hold up.

"How now?" she asks, giving Harry a sidelong look. "What bruises are these?"

[sunbaked_baker]

There's a baker in the middle of taking a cup of tea to her table, thinking to herself that Harry Percy looks a lot happier than the last time she saw him. And, of course, wondering who the lady is with whom he's laughing.

The thought that the lady might have something to do with Harry's good cheer makes Sunshine smile.

[valiantrebel]

As soon as he's able (and given the company, it's not so very soon), Harry casts about the bar for familiar faces -- and very quickly finds one.

"What ho!" He waves to Rae, and turns back to Kate. "Oh my lady, you must let this lady feed thee." He offers his hand -- shall they?

[tiltingwithlips]

Elizabeth raises her eyebrows and takes his hand.

"And who is she?"

[valiantrebel]

"A baker of heavenly inspiration! She has confections that may bring thee to thy knees, and I speak as a less-than-holy man."

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae sets down her book (Blood Lore XXXIII) before getting up from her chair to greet the two of them with a grin.

"Someone needs feeding?" You're speaking her language, Harry. Even if she can't help but grin at the compliments. "If you think flattery might get you an extra cinnamon roll, Harry Percy, you might not be completely wrong."

[valiantrebel]

"The first shall be for the lady, and I will feast on scraps." He winks. "I pray you, let me introduce the Lady Elizabeth Mortimer--" A huge grin. "--Who shall be Lady Percy when we at last to the church."

[tiltingwithlips]

Lady Percy. Yes, indeed.

Elizabeth, also grinning -- not unlike Harry, really -- nods to Rae. "Good even, and well met, I hope."

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine's grin, already bright, somehow gets even brighter at the news.

"Very well met," she beams. "It's so good to meet you. I'm Rae Seddon - though most who know me call me Sunshine."