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Lancel walked the streets of the town that had formed around the castle and keep of Darry, since being made a knight he was given lordship over Darry and its lands. He is still new to the place and had found it hard to adjust to life as it is not like Kings Landing or Casterly Rock. Darry Is mostly a small folk place on the king's road that is key for travellers to pass through but not much else. Some days it almost felt as if Lancel had been appointed its lord to be a gate watcher or toll man for the king's road as that was all the issued he had to deal with so far that and smallfolk matters, today he dressed in his Lannister finery and walked the mud of the Darry market.
He made his way through the market, seeing both local smallfolk as well as the visitors passing through. As the Lord of Darry, he is responsible for some administrative duties over the region, something he is not particularly keen on. He tries to avoid his work by taking note of the place to be his home, the women see him and look away, some even hurry into their homes afraid of the new lord, his Lannister name and wears. Darry does not have many women who are unmarried or old enough for his enjoyment. A few whores live in town by the king's road, but the one brothel is beside the King's road so... those girls have been ridden more them an aged Dothraki horse.
He has to admit he's a bit Disappointed by the lack of women in the market and not willing to spend his time on the obvious whores, he decided to leave head back to the castle and do his work. He walks along the road wondering what he could do to pass the time the rest of the day.
he walks along the road gravel crunched under his feet as he headed back towards the castle, the road he walks along beside a river babbling and rushing away,
After a bit of walking, he sees a woman.
She stood by the river doing laundry a basket of clothes beside her that she washed and scrubbed downstream, she's a smallfolk girl but like others, she was barefoot, in a long blue skirt, a white blouse and blue corset, Y/h/C hair allowed to flow in curls down to her shoulder.
Lancel's gaze locked on the girl working at the stream. The blue skirt and blouse make her skin look beautiful. Her light hair looked like it might be the softest thing he had felt in some time. In an instant, he has found the object of his attentions.
She glanced up from her laundry and she spotted him with a fair distance between them and she playfully giggled and offered him a wave,
Lancel returns the wave, a smile formed on his lips. He is still a good ways from her, but it doesn't deter him at all.
When she looked up from her work again and saw him again so she smiled wickedly moving her feet to hang her laundry on the tree branches that loomed around her, as she does she glanced back at him over her shoulder,
Lancel watched her hang the wet clothes. He watched the subtle movements of her hips. He watched every inch of her that he could get a glimpse of.
She must be aware of the attention she is getting from him.
