|Richard Plantagenet (thirdsonofyork) wrote in carnaval_logs,|
@ 2013-11-17 00:41:00
|Entry tags:||!open (20), henley reeves, ~richard plantagenet|
Who: Richard Plantagenet and
OPEN Henley Reeves
Where: The back lot
What: Richard's arrival
Status: Claimed | In Progress
Richard stumbled slightly as he peered around, unsure of exactly what was happening to him. This was not correct. He should not be here - wherever here was. He was not overly sure what, exactly, it was that he was supposed to be looking at. The canvas tents and wheeled caravans, which stretched out around him in a make-shift city, reminded Richard of a campaign camp. Of course, though, it was not. There were no soldiers in this camp, no sounds of swords being sharpened on whetstones or horses nuzzling at feed bags. Everything was foreign here, even though the layout was familiar.
His eyes wide, Richard staggered his way forward, his gaze flitting around him as he tried to understand what had just happened to him. The last he remembered, he had been in church, Anne Neville by his side, preparing to say his marriage vows. And now... now everything had changed, in the blink of an eye, and, for perhaps the first time in his life, Richard was at a complete loss for what he was to do next.