Betroved to who?!(Medieval rp, open)

[nothanks]

Vladimir glanced over at the newcomer. The insignia on his shirt showed that he was a Galacian prince.
"I believe there are stables yoou can use by each inn. These are the imperial stables. Every horse in here belongs to royalty," he replie, bored tone returning.

[Darling, Darling]

"I'm Brooke it's a pleasure to meet you," her lip twitched at what the prince had said and turned to him," I just came from the kingdom of galacia. If it is alright with you I'd like to put Achilles into one of the stalls." she. Pulled her hair out from inside the cloak.

[nothanks]

Vladimir motioned to the entire stables.
"We're full," he replied, frown deepening. "Every stable is occupied, sorry."

[Read My Signature]

:Willow:

I stand behind Vladimir and watch the new comer, I'm not big on strangers...I look down and my purple dress, the hem is muddy but other than that it looks okay...

[nothanks]

Wind tugging at his snow-colored hair, Vladimir's jet black eyes were bored, awaiting a reply from the newcomer.

[Darling, Darling]

She scoffed at the lack of space and to her cloak off revealing her pale skin. She was wearing a blue corset and the bottom of the dress trailed behind her. She swiftly mounted the horse and put the cloak back on. " I'll just go by the forest and tie him up there then I guess".

[nothanks]

"Your horse would be safer in an Inn's stables," Vladimir rolled his eyes with a slight yawn, tired. "No need to get an attitude about fact."

[Read My Signature]

:Willow:

"Bandits will steal a gorse left in the forest alone." I add, "At least they do in Tara anyway."

[nothanks]

"Bandits are rare here, but wild animals who would love to make a meal of a horse certainly lurk," Vladimir replied.

[Darling, Darling]

She looked at them amusement written on her face," you think I would leave my own horse in the woulda without protection? Of corse I'd light a fire that would last at least a few hours too ward off the predators. " she began turning her horse around and stroked a mares cheek when it popped it's head out of it's stall. Brooke cooed to it lovingly.