[Gallagher]

"Cannae forget your duties, Kier. Important day in the 'morrow, Kier. We cannae sleep in." His steps heavy against the stone floor, Kier flung his arm out, an oversized hat flopping in his grasp. "We my fuckin' arse!" It was an important day, at least by knightly standards. Not that that was about to make him rush around. More than he already had. Running around half of the palace was quite enough, thank you very much.

Kier stopped in front of a set of doors and sighed. The chapel. If she wasn't here, then he was doomed. Missing from a tournament because of some servant boy. That might finally be enough to turn her sword on him. Maybe. Probably. He ran a hand back through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes. There was no way he could watch if he was stabbed through.

With that thought, he took a breath and shoved the doors open. "Amélie! Miss Amélie!"