|Prince Logan (grumpyoldgoat) wrote in bone_orchard,|
@ 2012-06-28 15:45:00
Time-Stamp: The 7th.
Who: Hatch, Rosalind, Logan.
Where: Bowerstone Castle.
Status: New. Part II to Three's a Crowd.
As soon as Rosalind gave him the card, he turned it over to check the signature on the other side. Reaver. Of course. Mr Hatch's story checks out. Even though the calling card may have proven to be a distraction, Logan's broken line of sight did not mean he was completely unaware of his surroundings. He would have had to be blind to not notice that Barry's hands had found their way back to Rosalind. Abandoning the prince in a heartbeat, the duo were returning to their prior destination before they had been interrupted. Ignoring the private message scrawled underneath the name, Logan answered Reaver's manservant offhandedly, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"First impressions can mean all the world, Mr Hatch. "
Immediately, he had followed the odd pair, unfolding his newspaper and sliding the card inside the centrefold where it would be most secure for the moment. To bring the elusive man to a halt, the prince casually moved in front and turned around to face him, effectively blocking their path. Or his escape, if he were correct in believing that this pesky servant thought he could continue on his merry way with a Royal servant under one arm, not any different from the newspaper that the prince had under his.
Given the present company, after his initial warning, why did Barry insist on having his arm wrapped tightly around Rosalind's shoulders was admirable. In spite of Barry's determination to invade his aide's personal space, precisely what was Rosalind's side of the story? For the second time today, she was not putting up a fight.
"Regrettably, my first impression of you, Mr Hatch, leaves little to be desired."
His tone not entirely humourless, as he continued to talk unhurriedly, it was evident that the prince was serious. In what he or anyone else who were to describe the following scene, rest assured that Logan showed the utmost courtesy towards a guest of the Royal Gardens. Anything but politeness would simply not do. Unsmiling, Logan rolled up the newspaper, pushing one end into the middle of Barry's chest with enough force to demonstrate the importance of what he had to say. Paying no heed to anything that Rosalind had to say, if she were to speak up for once or counter the shorter man's unwelcome affections on her own; Logan was impatient in returning to his morning tea. With or without his personal servant, it made no difference.
"You have overstayed your welcome. I entrust you to return to your post at Master Reaver's estate, and leave Lady Rosalind here where she can tend to her own responsibilities."