♟Arthur ♘ρʀɪтҕϵϵ тϵʟʟ♞ Kirkland♙
The young woman rushed down the stone halls of the manor, trying her best not to break out into an unladylike run. At least no one was around to see her. Such behavior would reflect badly on her status...
—a Nobleman's wife.
It wouldn't be wise to keep her husband waiting, and she was frightened at the possibility of what would happen to her if she was running late. You see, her husband wasn't exactly the kindest man. In fact, the redhead was rather cruel to her, but that wasn't uncommon in this age.
At last, she reached the door of her destination. She straightened up her velvet gown and resumed her composure before entering. "My Lord?" she called in a soft tone, which turned into a strangled gasp at the sight of her husband.
"Ah, there ya' are," the redhead growled out with a scowled. He was pinning a blonde teenager not much younger than herself to the floor with his boot. "Don't speak unless spoken to!" he shouted at the boy, stomping on him. The nobleman turned to his wife and began, "This is the new squire that's been assigned to me—"
"I'm your brother, you bloody git!"
Stomp.
"He's got a rude temper, and no manners," the other male snarled. "Perhaps he needs to be reminded of what he was supposed to learn as a page?"
His wife bowed dutifully. "Of course, Sir," she replied.
The knight finally removed his foot from his brother's back, but not before giving the boy another kick. "Well, get up! Introduce yourself!"
The boy lifted himself off the floor and gave a respectful bow, albeit begrudgingly. The noblewoman forced herself to suppress a giggle; she couldn't help but notice that the blonde sported the same eyebrows as her husband. "Arthur Kirkland, My Lady," he mumbled.
