Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140213025135/@comment-11457306-20140218014028

(Ummmm...now that the moment has arrived...I'm speechless in HIS presence.)

Taking a deep breath and checking herself for unseemly appearance (un-necessarily, for she had washed and brushed her hair back at Candlehearth until she gleamed) Brighid walked toward the throne, trying to look confident.

The Jarl mounted the steps of the dias upon which the great throne sat, the same throne which had supported Ysgramor's royal rear. He sat, lounging back casually, his eyes instantly settling on her as she approached, with Jack right beside her.

When she had come within a respectful distance, Brighid went to one knee, her head bowed, slapping Jack on the thigh as she went down and waited for the Jarl to speak.