Roleplay from Alyssa Kingsley
Maron
"Sir Lover!" Maron called as he turned the corner, spotting Sir Nemean standing at the foot of the steps to the White Lady's office and quarters. Now this is an interesting sight! He thought to himself. The singer had heard of what happened during his lady's previous visit to the capital. He tried to comfort the girl with a song when she came back to her tower in a huff. He certainly did not expect the object of that irritation here before. He wondered to himself whether the young man simply enjoyed heartache. For Maron it was a game, one he enjoyed very much. He of course knew Alyssa would never fall for a man like him, but she was quite an inspiring figure and an interesting one. There would be songs about her, and he wanted them to be his songs. In the meantime, he enjoyed pushing her buttons for a simple delight. This Nemean on the other hand...
He saw Sir Nemean's frown as he turned to see who called him such a name. Very good, Sir. He thought to himself. As he reached the knight in sour armor, the bard gave a gracious and exaggerated bow.
"Is she keeping you waiting too, my lord? How women play with our hearts, this one especially." He grinned a knowing grin. "Tell me Sir, what brings you to our darling lady?
