Rilian is outside, with his own bow and arrows this time, setting a target against one of the trees and practicing his aim. It's far from what it should be, and after a while he lowers the bow, sighing.

Rilian hasn't seen Anghared since the night she was attacked, and he's beginning to be concerned. He retraces their steps to her room, and knocks on the door lightly.

"My lady?"

“Will you dance with me, my lord?”

His mother is a leaf on the breeze, graceful and wild and laughing as her skirts fly around her legs, bare feet skimming lightly over soft May grass. Her hair floats around her head, whips around her shoulders, a cloak (a shroud) of living fibres, beautiful and alive, and he laughs (and his voice is higher, ( Read more... )

He's been here a few days now, yet to find his father or the other Narnians, but just being here in case something happens makes him feel a little better ( Read more... )

Last night was not a good night ( Read more... )

"Lady Catherine and Lord Avrimar ( Read more... )

It's his hour again, the hour of sanity, and when he comes back to himself his knuckles are bleeding from fruitless attempts of the Knight to break free.
"I wonder how much you remember of your life without her."He remembers being angry, angrier than he'd ever thought to be at his father - though of course the Knight didn't know it was his father, ( Read more... )

The room is comfortable enough, certainly better than the cells would have been. His sword isn't here, and that can only be a good thing; he doesn't trust himself not to harm anyone if they find him during the enchantment's strength.

The hour is almost over ( Read more... )

The Knight has been quieter than is his wont since returning from the strange bar. The Lady has noticed, and once they have dined she moves to sit beside him, a gentle hand resting on his arm ( Read more... )