William:
Well this had been a bit of a surprise. And yet, not really. More like a general acknowledgment of what I had not previously known. At the same time, though, it did appear that I had felt a tinge of shock. Even I could admit that.
Lady Popplewell seemed to be in quite the bout of emotion, speaking in a rushed, rather pitiful manner towards someone who seemed to be in earnest. It looked like a good time to intervene, and knowing Poppy, it'd be better to do it sooner than later. Devious she was but rash she was also.
"-and let me see the king!" She was struggling when I approached, tears pricking her wide, childish eyes. Eyes that, in all honesty, could never be read in a manner that would ever tell one the truth. There was something about those orbs of her that completely bipassed the heart. On the contrary; they acted in her stead. The guard looked absolutely bewildered.
"Lady Popplewell," I said smoothly, placing myself directly in the position that I believed to be mine. The one at her right side. The one of someone who loyally did what was asked, but in what way was completely of my own accord. I worked hard to be in this position and would keep it. "is something the matter?"
She turned her eyes towards me, brows furrowing before the words spilled from her lips, "Why, William. I hadn't expected to see you here."
The guard, who had been somewhat unsure of his actions, and a little embarrassed that he needed to be brash with this said woman, looked to me with relief spreading across his features. Of course, I wasn't here to help him in the least.
"You should be resting, milady," I said. "Would that not be the proper thing to do?"
Her hurt expression filtered into that of annoyance before returning to that impervious pout. "But I must speak with Derrick. It is of great importance."
"Yes, but Derrick does not wish on company as of yet," I said. "Of course, you will have you chance to speak with him. In time."
She let her arms fall from the guard in front of her, never changing that expression of hers for a second before turning to stride back down the hall without so much as a goodbye. Rash. yes, that really was a good word for her.
After murmuring a few apologies to the guard, I went in search of Poppy, catching up to her with little to no real difficulty whatsoever, though I'm sure that had been her plan. The mask of sadness was replaced with frustration, her eyes glaring daggers with as much ferocity as I could have expected. "I needed to speak with Derrick."
"Patience, milady," I stated simply. "Good things come for those who wait."
"I'm sick and tired of waiting."
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