<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ERG0LH1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Arwen Deveroux ap Leanhaun<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>--<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Lilisa (TheLaughingOne), Corrin (Nadir), Quinn (Sparrowhawke), Balthazar (Muse), Arwen (Eobelle)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Arwen bristled when Balthazar spoke to her.<br/><br/>"Sir" she said deliberately and forcefully.  Not shouting, but deadly serious. "I am<em>Sir</em>Arwen, not Dame... never Dame.  I am a knight, not a lady, and you would do well to remember that SIR Balthazar."  She closed her eyes and took a breath, visibly calming down.  After a few beats her Alexandrite eyes flashed open and gave Balthazar her best impression of someone who has forgiven him and moved on.  "And thank you for the offer of a ride, that is right chivalrous of you, Sir Knight.  Did you know that Chivalry comes from the word for horse in french?  So you offering me a ride in your "steel horse" is literally chivalrous."<br/><br/>She didn't need or want to start a fight here, not in front of the Count; but gods damn it, the Troll managed to strike a nerve.  She was relieved that they were leaving the watchful eye of the count, but a ride all the way back to McAlester with the blue giant was potentially more than she could bear.  She stood wondering about this as the count said his farewells and steeled himself for the arduous task of clearing the park.<br/><br/>After she walked to the truck with the other knight, she paused and put her hand on his arm. "Sir Balthazar," she said with her best purr "I'm not sure this trip to the freehold requires both knights." She noticed him watching her form, so she milked that for all its worth as she spoke to him, leaning back against the truck and arching her back so that her pert breasts presented upward and showing off as much underboob as she could, her light top wavering in he wind and threatening to expose a pierced nipple, even though their shape was plainly visible through the thin fabric. "I think it would be better for you to go with the two pooka, as the workshop might be a place where danger lurks, while the freehold will have many knights and warriors.  It befits your status as a member of house Beaumayn to be the vanguard against whatever darkness might lurk there.  Don't worry about me, I can find my own ride to the freehold.  Our compatriots need your..." she stood up from leaning on the truck and looked up at the massive weapon made for a massive person, "halberd at their side.  They are still childlings, they need you."<br/><br/>At this point Arwen would have gladly given this man a blowjob or even a quick fuck for him to go to the workshop instead of court, but that was the nuclear option.  She had resigned herself to that as soon as the laid eyes on Balthazar... that she would fuck all of them to get the recognition she wanted.  But she wanted to wait for as long as she could, lest the value of her sexual currency drop from too much abundance.<br/><br/>"The Duchess also might be peeved if she saw both of her warriors at court." she piped up again after her brief pause "she should be certain that at least one of her knights was still in the field, protecting the motley".<br/><br/>Arwen silently cursed to herself because she had no idea how she was going to get back to McAlester, but she would take any indignity she had to in order to get to court on time and to make sure this oaf was on his way with the pooka.