>>101037641Apologies, drafting it in my head. Let me know if you guys want more
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"Ernie!" The call echoed through the Iron Halls, home of the royal blacksmiths. "Where are you Ernie?" The metal of her dress flashed as the princess of Stuttgart stormed through the workshops, journeymen nearly dropping their tongs at the sight of her fury. Apprentices scurried to be clear of the her path as thunder crashed- her armored boots bearing down on the last workshop.
The door opened for her but for a moment before immediately being shut from the other side as the young apprentice, Ernstigard, tried to hold his fortifications. Ernstigard was the smallest of the apprentices of the Iron Halls- which didn't mean much to outsiders as they all appeared to be strong men but it did mean that he didn't have a chance against the fury of a sword princess overlooked.
And just as that thought occurred to Ernstigard, a sword appeared beside his head sticking through the door- "I know you're there Ernie, now let me in or I will stab the lock like I did last time." Ernstigard silently counted to three, he knew he was on the losing side of this battle in more ways than one. Quietly wishing his master hadn't been called away to the duke's estate for a demonstration he opened the door for the satin skinned beauty he had always admired and sometimes feared. She shut the door behind her with a bang as he winced; the metal in the hinges had definitely felt that.
"Brunhilda! How was your trip?" he asked knowing that the answer wasn't going to be good. A long sigh escaped the princess as she responded with a question of her own "Ernie- do I come off too strong?" he gave her a look searching for an emotion behind her mask, "Be honest." Ernstigard felt a pang in his heart for her; she had indeed been rejected- again. He grimaced, pulling out a chair by the window "Have a seat Hildie."
