Um. Bad Kit.

So, how lame is it that I'm putting HoYay in my novel without even realizing it? Seriously. Was writing and suddenly looked at my words and there HoYay was!

"I suppose," sighed the King. "Take him to the blacksmith and tell him the king commands that this boy receive the best armor he has." Pulling a ring from his finger, he held it out carelessly. "Take this ring to the man." When Sir Edmund took a step forward, Edward shook his head firmly. "Not you. Your boy."

Lionel stepped forward, feeling his knees tremble as he found himself standing before the King of England, chosen by God to lead. Looking down, not daring to meet his eyes. Lionel reached out, quavering, to take the ring. "Your Majesty," he murmured, looking up without even realizing it, locking eyes with Edward. He blinked in shock as Edward's cold blue eyes held his steadily. Unwavering. The hard

"Yes," said Edward firmly. "You'll make a fine knight."


Or maybe I'm just on a little bit of crack.

But when my mental picture of Edward III is this and Lionel is this...It'd be pretty. Just saying.