Lady Theresa clenched her fists at her cousin Elyse’s call. All she wanted to do was enjoy the tournament, to see the horses charge towards each other, to hear the crack of lance upon shield. Instead, Elyse has decided to turn their outing into a husband-seeking mission.
If that wasn’t enough, Lynnette has put her into third person limited point of view. That’s not as intimate as the first person point of view Elyse illustrated, though the same rules apply: the reader can only know what she is thinking.
Theresa thanked the squire that showed her Sir Edwin’s horse as Elyse came down the path with another suitor.
“There you are, Theresa,” her cousin smiled brightly. “I want you to meet Sir Reynald.”
He bowed with a flourish of his hand. “At your service, my lady.”
“Good day, Sir Reynald,” Theresa said. He looked more like a peacock than a knight ready to joust. Feathers cascaded from his helmet, and his armor and surcoat were too clean to have seen regular use. Where was his horse? A knight is nothing without one.
“If it pleases my lady to bestow me a favor, I will wear it proudly during the tournament,” Reynald grinned.
He’d be lucky to survive the first round. “I’m sorry, Sir Knight, but it might get tangled in your feathers. I wouldn’t want anything to hinder your prowess. You’ll need every bit of it.”
“Theresa,” Elyse hissed.
Reynald turned red. “Then I bid you good day, my lady.” With a quick, stiff bow, he strode back down the pathway.
“Theresa, how could you insult him like that?” Elyse asked.
“Dearest Elyse, if I had a lance, I could knock him off his horse myself.”