Kamaria noddd in agreement as the stableboy handled saddling her husband's horse.
"Oh, that reminds me," she started. "Your cousin Gethil wants to send his son as a ward so that he may..."
Her voice trailed off as hoofstep and shouts caught her attention. A knight wearing their house's color's approached, the knight in question large with tanned skin, green eyes, and with a hooked nose, brokn trice. He was followed by a small party, along side with a page boy Kamaria had sworn was half a foot shorter last time she had seen him and a man seated on a horse next to him who wore no colors, only black, yet dressed like a knight himself. The man was tall and lean, and htus looked puny compared to the knight that rode beside him. He looked half a ghost, with pale skin and golden hair and beard braided neatly. His steed was a beautiful spotted black and gray stallion.
"That's Sir Gilfrey," she told her husband, racking her brain. Sometimes the knights went off to go on some quest or another, and it was always polite to remember what exactly their strange purposes were. Her eyes lit with amusement. She always enjoyed their stories. "Back from his pilgramage already?"
The stable boy brought the horse, ready for Lord Sebastian to ride. Kamaria barely waited before riding out to meet the knight and his party.
