looking for the princess:: Baelor, open Who: Baelor, various knights, anyone riding in the search for Princess Elia. ((OOC: I'm sure this is just one of several parties)) When: Three days after the tourney Where: Summerhall, the forest to the west of the palace. Rating: R Status: OPEN.
He had no love of Martells, but a lady of noble birth should not disappear without notice. And less if she was the intended bride of the damned king- fucking world was a fucking mess these days. Baelor had a particular sympathy to the plight of looking up to find one's wife missing in ugly circumstances, but knowing the young Martell wench she was probably off playing at being some cursed mummer and laughing all the while. At least he hoped so. He would pray for it if he thought the gods would give a damn.
The knights and men-at-arms riding with him were all skilled hunters, but the best trackers in the court hadn't found single trace...
Baelor steered his horse carefully around a thicket. He knew this part of the woods around the palace- they were kept as part of the hunting grounds, and had several convenient spots for lovers to pass a night undiscovered. With any luck they'd find her soon and the whole thing would be finished.