Wishing On A Star (OPEN)

Being able to hold a beautiful woman was not foreign to him but there was something different about Lady Moore that he couldn't quite put his finger on. She wasn't the only one missing warmth when he released her once he was sure she was steady on her feet. But he knew better than to try to get handsy. He found it endearing when she started to nervously ramble and sought to put her at ease, though it was distracting to see how beautifully she blushed.

"Aye, I be Sir Merrick Raine," he said bowing again. "I cannae blame you fer wantin' fresh air. I te find meself needin' some. Tis why I be up 'ere meself. Tha' and te loo' at the stars above. They 'ave always brought me guidance when I need it."

"Please, stay as long as ye li'e," he said, motioning to the top of his tower. It seemed sort of silly to think of it as solely his. The castle belonged to the four founders and the students they would soon be housing. "I d'nae mind company."

Merrick, unlike her assumptions, did not find her to be a fool. Young perhaps and inexperienced in the company of others maybe, but not a fool. The majority of women he had met on his travels were not and he had been raised to respect them. His own mother was a strong example, perhaps even stronger of a person than his father and brother combined. In fact, he hoped it was something his mousy little sister would be like as well as she got older. She was already quite sassy at the age of fifteen years.