[Not for the first time, Luke wonders if it would be kinder to tell her. Actually, Your Highness, I know precisely when I am to meet my fate, and it won't be tonight nor from a common cold, so don't worry about me. But it's nothing more than a fleeting, intrusive thought. He has no intention of breaking his silence when it comes to this, and even if he did, such a dismissal would only make her upset, not less.
So he accepts her concern with another smile before he falls back into position behind her, maintaining decorum even out here. Luke's hardly a frequent visitor of inns or taverns or anything like that, but he knows plenty about the power of gossip from the palace alone, so it's not hard to guess what might be said if they behave poorly.
Not that it matters, apparently--assumptions are made anyway, and for all that Luke is very good at being professional, he is also very much a young man alone with the love of his life, being blatantly, albeit unintentionally, perceived. He can't quite keep the shocked look off of his face, nor can he stop his own face from heating up--he looks away quickly, pretending to be very interested in the inn's decor. Wow! Those sure are paintings. They have colors and stuff. Amazing. Never seen anything like 'em.
He looks back once it sounds like Rosamund's done chatting, nodding respectfully to the innkeepers in order to avoid their gazes.]
A-ah, yes, thank you. Please draw my lady a bath as well.
[Oh to be horses that can just prance around in the mud.
Anyway, up the stairs they go!! Away from prying eyes, finally--and though he can never truly relax around her for a lot of reasons, he finally allows a small bit of the facade to drop once they're up on the second floor.]
We'll have to hang them to dry in here. I doubt they have enough patrons tonight that we'd have to worry about theft, but better to be safe.
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Um... do you...
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He doesn't know how to ask if she needs help getting dressed oh god maybe he should just turn around and go get a maid just in case that would be less embarrassing than finishing this sentence--]
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So he accepts her concern with another smile before he falls back into position behind her, maintaining decorum even out here. Luke's hardly a frequent visitor of inns or taverns or anything like that, but he knows plenty about the power of gossip from the palace alone, so it's not hard to guess what might be said if they behave poorly.
Not that it matters, apparently--assumptions are made anyway, and for all that Luke is very good at being professional, he is also very much a young man alone with the love of his life, being blatantly, albeit unintentionally, perceived. He can't quite keep the shocked look off of his face, nor can he stop his own face from heating up--he looks away quickly, pretending to be very interested in the inn's decor. Wow! Those sure are paintings. They have colors and stuff. Amazing. Never seen anything like 'em.
He looks back once it sounds like Rosamund's done chatting, nodding respectfully to the innkeepers in order to avoid their gazes.]
A-ah, yes, thank you. Please draw my lady a bath as well.
[Oh to be horses that can just prance around in the mud.
Anyway, up the stairs they go!! Away from prying eyes, finally--and though he can never truly relax around her for a lot of reasons, he finally allows a small bit of the facade to drop once they're up on the second floor.]
We'll have to hang them to dry in here. I doubt they have enough patrons tonight that we'd have to worry about theft, but better to be safe.
[...
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Um... do you...
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He doesn't know how to ask if she needs help getting dressed oh god maybe he should just turn around and go get a maid just in case that would be less embarrassing than finishing this sentence--]