SeekingAnswers.....[OPEN]

[Dame Kaelyn Urquhart-Raven]

It had been days since the Duke of York had saved her life and Katerina was trying to come to terms with all she had learned that day. Oh she had heard the stories exclaiming his prowess on the battle fields, and such. The Duke of York... had saved her life?? There would be those that would say he could have ended it just as easily.

Though she was young Katerina had heard talk of the Duke in certain circles at Court in England, more so at the private parties of prominent families. He was here in Scotland and he had risked his life and freedom for her?? It perplexed her... so what could a girl do? Head for the church and seek the answers through prayer... and that is what Katerina did.

Katerina had not really been back to church since she had been abducted from it a few months back by Patrick's men, but she shook those thoughts away... she needed the comfort and peace that she would find within those holy walls.Upon entering the church she crossed herself in the manner of her Catholic faith and walked to an empty pew and knelt.

" Dear heavenly father I know I have not prayed as often as I should or come to your holy house to seek solice, but I ma here now and with many questions. I know of the man that is both talked of in praise and hate. He saved my life and is among these people and I know not if I should speak to the Duke and Duchess or leave it go. If I talk to them I could be putting him in danger and if I do not I betray these people here and for what??" she spoke softly looking up at the cross in the front of the church.

Katerina's eyes were full of so many emotions and she knew no one here that she could talk openly to so she was seeking the one person whom she could always trust... GOD himself.

" Please, give me some guidance I feel so lost right now.. I am grateful to him and owe him my life... just as I do the people here for watching over me. I cannot do this on my own... Lord I need your wisdom to help me do what is right. I ask this in your son's name in Jesus name Amen."

Katerina continued to kneel and let the peacefulness of the place wash over and through her. Head bent as she continued her prayers silently wishing the weight of what she was feeling slip off her slowly as if it were a layer of clothing that she was removing. Time seemed to stand still and she went on with her prayers... seeking answers and guidance.

[alexoconnor]

One of the decrees of Beathag had demanded of him, had been that he seek out his faith. Eirian was supposed to be finding him an Irish Catholic Priest, but in the moment he had decided that having been imprisoned for those long days ... it was time for him to begin moving about. So, as those large hands pushed wide the wooden doors of the cathedrals entrance, he'd let heavy black leather boots step through the doorway. That was where he stopped, his deep set gray eyes adjusting to the muted color of the stained glass chapel.

Sir O'Connor stood in absolute silence, his well muscled frame wrapped in simple garb of black trousers, and a white linen shirt. The cloth hugged well toned arms and chest, but was covered over by a heavy black leather vest, the interior of which was lined with finely crafted chain mail links. Enough to turn a knife, or even an arrow. He wore no weapons, as was suggested by the decree that he be followed by the guards. Well, they were certainly more happy about that then he was. So, he stood in silence upon the threshold, contemplating the alter with those heavy fists resting upon his waist.

He'd wait for the two large and well muscled men who followed him to step into the church as well, before allowing those deep set grays to glance over a shoulder at them. The silence would be broken as he spoke in that deep, rough voice. "... You men mind waiting here ? I'm just going to pray ... it's usually a very personal thing ..." He'd arch that brow, and after a long moment the two guards would nod that they had no problem waiting the hundred or so feet from where he'd be. So, alone for the first time all afternoon, he'd start towards the alter with those measured, graceful strides. Those solid soled boots would send echoes out over the cathedral as he strode in silence, his hands closed to fists at his sides as he moved to the altar, eyes never straying from the crucified messiah.

As he made the altar, a knee would bend and he'd drop down at the foot of the dais upon which sat the very alter of worship. His eyes would close as his head bowed, a meaty fist clapping solidly to the hard muscled chest, sending the jingle of chainmail through the immediate area. There were no words, since prayers need not be utterred aloud, merely the sound of his soft breaths, and the noise of the two guards speaking in hushed voices at the back of the chamber. There were no priests readily available, so he'd remain knelt for now so as to lay his shames upon the feet of his savior, and contemplate the decission he had recently made, only spoken aloud within the deepest depths of his mind, and the core of his very heart.

[Lady Katerina]

Kat had finished her prayers and sat on the bench when she had heard the heavy doors open. She turned her head to see three men enter, her heart beat a bit faster and she quelled it with a deep calming inhale .... she had to learn to control her fear. It was then she had seen it was the Duke of York... the man who had rescued her days earlier.

She wanted to thank him and was about to stand when hse heard him say he wanted to pray to the guards... she remained seated watching as the guards took positons just insside the door as he walked forward away from them.

She followed him with large blue eyes wondering what had brought him here of all places and just as the war with England had ended?? It perplexed her, but then agin many things tended to do that... she accounted it to her being young still.

Katerina stood and walked over to him slowly her slippers barely making a sound as she approached him...." Your Grace... I am sorry to intrude on your time with the holy father but I wanted to once more thank you for coming to my rescue." her voice soft and heavily accented with her native English lilt.