[Filtered from Leonid, just in case]
I must apologize to my students. Recent events have made finding time for lessons difficult. I believe I we will be able to continue this Saturday.
If there are any others who wish to learn swordsmanship, I am capable of taking four or five more students. Those with less experience will receive the bulk of my attention. Respond if you are interested.
[Later that night, well after most people should be asleep, Sigmund lays in bed doing something that might generously be called uneasy dozing. There's something that's been bothering him for a few nights now. A quiet whisper, a faint hint of perfume... once again, he tries to convince himself it's just his imagination. Stop being foolish, just go to sleep. With a growing feeling of unease, he rolls over and reaches for his pillow, so that he can pull it to him. He's tired, he's imagining things, it will all be gone in the morning... Except that under the pillow, his hand brushes against something cold and hard. His fingers curl around it, and he pulls out... a pendant - the size of his palm, startlingly familiar.
He isn't in bed for much longer. Tying his robe around his waist, he looks around, wondering where he can possibly get some sleep now. The floor? The couch in the sitting room? No... Tired, and a little disturbed, he settles himself at the very edge of Edward's bed, with his knees hanging off and above the covers. Edward will understand...]
I must apologize to my students. Recent events have made finding time for lessons difficult. I believe I we will be able to continue this Saturday.
If there are any others who wish to learn swordsmanship, I am capable of taking four or five more students. Those with less experience will receive the bulk of my attention. Respond if you are interested.
[Later that night, well after most people should be asleep, Sigmund lays in bed doing something that might generously be called uneasy dozing. There's something that's been bothering him for a few nights now. A quiet whisper, a faint hint of perfume... once again, he tries to convince himself it's just his imagination. Stop being foolish, just go to sleep. With a growing feeling of unease, he rolls over and reaches for his pillow, so that he can pull it to him. He's tired, he's imagining things, it will all be gone in the morning... Except that under the pillow, his hand brushes against something cold and hard. His fingers curl around it, and he pulls out... a pendant - the size of his palm, startlingly familiar.
He isn't in bed for much longer. Tying his robe around his waist, he looks around, wondering where he can possibly get some sleep now. The floor? The couch in the sitting room? No... Tired, and a little disturbed, he settles himself at the very edge of Edward's bed, with his knees hanging off and above the covers. Edward will understand...]
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He can't think of a good answer, especially since Sigmund is just sitting there and not, say, changing or putting on his shoes or something, so after a moment he calls out, trying not to sound sleepy about it.]
...My lord...?
Did I wake you?
...It's alright. Do you need anything?
Go back to sleep. I'll be on the couch.
My lord, don't- [No, no, that's too much like an order.] What's wrong? Is your bed not comfortable? Or is it something else? [The couch wouldn't be any better, so why...?]
So he just... tilts his head points at his bed. Either it's still there and Edward sees for himself, or it isn't... and he's crazy.]
....Oh. Oh. Really, is that a problem for him? He used to wear it, so why...? Then again, the picture inside had been torn away when they'd found it at Vesplume.]
...My lord... do you want me to remove it for you?
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But I must ask that you use restraint.
Edited 2010-06-07 04:14 am (UTC)
Sigmund, may I speak with you?
If you wish it.
Shall I come to you?
[And he is. He gives a little courtesy knock on her doorframe before he steps inside anyway, and greets her with a polite (formal) little bow. He doesn't look especially cranky, although tired would be an apt description.] Empress.
And when a leader or a teacher promises something, he owes it to those in his care regardless of circumstance. I trust that Saturday will be suitable?
But I also believe that it is necessary for a leader to look after his own health. After all, even a king can't lead anyone if he is too ill to do so.