Post by Hamlet on Nov 19, 2007 17:57:43 GMT -5
He breathes in when she spoke and his brow rose. But he mentioned nothing of it. He could be rather rowdy as well, so... why talk to some one about it when he was as bad as doing it as well? Just as long as she didn't approach him threateningly then he will not have to kick her a**. He settles himself leaning against a near by tree as his eyes went back to her stallion. he seemed like such a warrior type of a horse. Strong and simply magnificant in battle. He'd love to see that animal in action, but then again even his little mare held more spite then he expected her to.
He was a prince none the less and of course, he wasn't suppose to be out battling his way. But who said Hamlet was normal? Who said that Hamlet followed by THEIR rules? Hell their kingdom was being over runned by a small little girl who was young enough to be his little sister. His people were such air heads.
But as he can see it.. This young lady before him seemed to be as bad off as himself. Ruthless and simply troubled. He hated people, he hated everything about them which seemed to drive his maddness even further to a more suicidal of attempts. Drive his own sword into his heart. The young prince of Von Maur fallen. Being entertained by his own thoughts he had almost forgotten to answer her. "Ah. Well is nice to meet you Alanna." was all he could really say. She wasn't one of his people, he could tell. Just by looking at her. He pratically knew every one and he had deffinately not seen her before. She was either a wanderer.... or of his neighboring enemy.
But Hamlet of course never running by their rules he didn't truly care who she was and why she came here. Honestly he had his own sanity to worry about then the tiny affairs of the royal life. After all his mental health was more important and he wasn't going to see the throne any time soon, Because as spoken once before. A little girl is now playing princess in a real thing deal. He couldn't wait till some one assassinated her.
He was a prince none the less and of course, he wasn't suppose to be out battling his way. But who said Hamlet was normal? Who said that Hamlet followed by THEIR rules? Hell their kingdom was being over runned by a small little girl who was young enough to be his little sister. His people were such air heads.
But as he can see it.. This young lady before him seemed to be as bad off as himself. Ruthless and simply troubled. He hated people, he hated everything about them which seemed to drive his maddness even further to a more suicidal of attempts. Drive his own sword into his heart. The young prince of Von Maur fallen. Being entertained by his own thoughts he had almost forgotten to answer her. "Ah. Well is nice to meet you Alanna." was all he could really say. She wasn't one of his people, he could tell. Just by looking at her. He pratically knew every one and he had deffinately not seen her before. She was either a wanderer.... or of his neighboring enemy.
But Hamlet of course never running by their rules he didn't truly care who she was and why she came here. Honestly he had his own sanity to worry about then the tiny affairs of the royal life. After all his mental health was more important and he wasn't going to see the throne any time soon, Because as spoken once before. A little girl is now playing princess in a real thing deal. He couldn't wait till some one assassinated her.