:Walking up to the Cork and taking a dagger, stabbing the scroll to the board:

I, Lord Hawk, hereby claim the Lady Isabella with the blessing of the King, Isidore D'Aiglemort.

Signed,


LH

Somewhere in the hubub that had been going on at that time around the banquet hall...what with succession and testicles as topics of the hour...he'd missed the claim.

But seeing the scroll upon the proclamiation board now, Gregorick scowled when there was none about to see.

Fie! And Lord Hawk the steadiest of the brothers, he'd thought!?! Clasping that enemy viper to him, it was folly, mad'ness!

However...he showed none of his thoughts overtly, and taking quill to parchement, penned a response in a fluid, neat script, one of obvious education somewhere in his past:

"M'Lord Hawk,

Your claim will ever be respected by myself.

Your humble servant,

Gregorick WaltheSeer."

Setting the scroll in place beneath that of Hawk's and storming off muttering beneath his breath. Oh aye, he'd never contest THAT claim, that one above all others!

Viperous wench...He'd see her dead before in bed!

((*Chuckles ooc'ly and winks to Bella*))