Galavant? Edmund stiffened, if ever so slightly, and his lips grew thin and set. That made it sound so...foolish, ridiculous. If the things Al had named were so important to him, then maybe he was right to set up those boundaries. He lifted his chin, every inch the proud King.
"But they are not. And you have already made up your mind."
He could not say why it stung so. It felt like more than pride had been wounded in him. Something about the young steward had interested him on a more personal level, and that had been slammed back in his face, albeit very politely. In any other case, he would want to stay and fight for himself. In matters of passion, well, a rejection this grave made him want to pretend it had never happened.
He turned and strode two steps down the hallway. Then stopped. Did not look back, but spoke so that Al could hear him. "I will be there at midnight. If you do not come, then we shall not speak again."
And then...retreat. So he could go lick his wounds in private.
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Date: 2016-06-03 03:54 am (UTC)"But they are not. And you have already made up your mind."
He could not say why it stung so. It felt like more than pride had been wounded in him. Something about the young steward had interested him on a more personal level, and that had been slammed back in his face, albeit very politely. In any other case, he would want to stay and fight for himself. In matters of passion, well, a rejection this grave made him want to pretend it had never happened.
He turned and strode two steps down the hallway. Then stopped. Did not look back, but spoke so that Al could hear him. "I will be there at midnight. If you do not come, then we shall not speak again."
And then...retreat. So he could go lick his wounds in private.