So since my first chapter that you may or may not have read I've written some more and I was just wondering what people's tqhoughts on it would be. I tried posting on a proper writing forum but got banned for not following rules so there's that...anyways if this is spam please remove.

Chapter 2-The Rathmores of Stormhelm, 936 EL

It was a typical night at the fortress of Stormhelm; the capital of Brazenhold and seat of House Rathmore. Monstrous waves pounded the cliff faces, rain crashed down upon the stone walls, and the gales blowing in from the sea howled throughout the cobbled halls. Surrounded by jet black skies, Stormhelm rested at the summit of a towering cliff situated at the end of Brazen Bay, overlooking some of Brazenhold with an observant gaze. Occasional flashes of lightning revealed a craggy exterior wall, guarding the sprawling canopy of towers of various shapes and sizes which lined the cliff top. At the base of the rugged cliff sat a rather large port, from which the Lords of Stormhelm-House Rathmore-could both exercise their naval strength and generate considerable wealth from trading, owing to its central location on the coast.

Within one of the many towers, Lord Richard Rathmore was holding a feast for the Lords of Brazenhold, celebrating the defeat of the Blackstones as was the rest of the realm. The banquet table was laden with food, drinks and spices of all different kinds; such a display was to be expected from Lord Rathmore, one of the richest men in Ilyara. Lords from all corners of Brazenhold were in attendance:Lord Calvin Stead of Steadhold, Lord Markus Tyvald of Tyvald Keep, and Lord Lucan Maple of the Fenlands just to name a few. A great hearth warmed the room, the sharp crackling of the embers doing little to drown out the hearty laughter of the guests and the clinking of chalices. If there was one thing that most of the nobility knew, it was that the Rathmores knew how to host a delightful feast.

Richard sat at the head of the table. He had short and straight black hair, though it was gradually greying or even balding in some spots. He was of short height, smaller certainly than most in his company that night, and was barrel-chested. His eyes were small, friendly, and an aqua green. On his face rested a rather elegant moustache, curled at the ends and covering his whole top lip. He was well known for his cheerful and generous attitude, as well as his good sense of humour. Approaching 40 years of age, one could be forgiven for thinking he was still in his late 20s.

When the messenger entered the room, the Lords continued their jest, and only a few observant guests watched with curiosity as he marched over to Richard. The Lord of Stormhelm was oblivious to the servant as he chugged down his drink, but soon slammed down his chalice, roared with laughter, and turned to address the messenger. "More of the same news, lad?" Questioned Richard. The messenger simply handed over the letter with the royal seal attached. Those close to him fell silent, while the other end of the table remained lively and vigorous. Richard turned back to the table, being met with quizzical looks from the Lords sat close to him. He took the message and, with a wave of his hand, dismissed the messenger. Sliding off the seal, he read the letter with furrowed, studious brows, his face soon turning into one of shock.

Having read the summon, Richard cleared his throat and began to address the Lords with a gruff tone. "The King has summoned me to Knighthall to hear my council on an unspecified topic, with 'utmost urgency'...as expected, he is ill of health, and has less than 14 days left." There was an uneasy silence in the hall for a few seconds; most suspected that Edward had little time left, but it still came as a shock. Richard, who had hoped for a response from the Lords, continued. "It is with great importance that I ride to the capital at the break of dawn. Trust him to be on deaths door just as we get a feast underway!" The Lords laughed at their misfortune, though there were some who remained in an anxious silence over the news. Richard beckoned for more wine to be brought to every Lord, and, while displaying a gleeful demeanour, was reflecting on the news internally-he wondered about what issue the King had requested his council for, and how his choices in the coming days could affect him-and indeed, the realm-in the future. Servants entered the room and, once they had refilled the chalice of every man in attendance, Richard rose from his seat, drink in hand. "To King Edwards life, and Prince Duncans reign!" He declared. The guests roared in unison, and a toast was made to the royals. The feast continued as though nothing had happened, much to Richards delight-he hated a wasted occasion. As he sat staring into his empty chalice, Richard was disturbed by Lucan Maple, a close friend of his as well as the head of House Maple; a man of average size, with shoulder-length brown hair, shrewd grey eyes and a clean shaven, often calculating face.

"Shame about Edward. He's a good man, must be hard for the princes." Richard seemed uninterested by Lucan's trivial conversation. He looked up from his cup and locked eyes with Lucan for a few seconds before opening his mouth again. "The King has asked for my council on his deathbed. Why would he need my thoughts on something at this point in time?" Lucan broke eye contact with Richard and glanced at the other Lords, trying to make sure they weren't listening in. Satisfied, he began to list off possibilities in a hushed whisper. "He will be gone after a fortnight; my guess would be that he simply wants a close friend nearby in his final days. That, or an issue concerning his funeral. Nothing too serious, he wouldn't leave anything this late."
"Would he go through the trouble of issuing a royal summon just for advice on how he's buried? I think not. I also doubt it's for my company. If anything it's probably for my wine."
"I see no other alternative. Matters of top importance wouldn't be left to an alcoholic Lord known only for his feasts, after all." Richard chuckled lightly, evoking a rare smirk from Lucan. A servant preemptively filled Richards chalice, to his pleasant surprise. Gulping down nearly half of it, he continued to discuss the subject with Lucan. "Well, we'll find out soon enough. You coming to Knighthall with me? Plenty of festivities to attend."
The humourless Lucan seemed unimpressed. "I can't be arsed with Knighthall. Never been since we broke the siege there during the rebellion, not once in 6 years. Besides, I'm needed back at home."
"Understood. Raise the Luster sigil at Fenland Keep when you arrive there, you know what the Lords are like, b****ing over respect and honour and all that..."
"Heh. Only when there's a chance of reward. Sly weasels, most of them."
"Can't argue with that. Where's Maeson?"
"He's at the Fenlands, still. Didn't come with me for the feast as he was too busy training. Very vigorous, that lad of mine, getting rather restless to get out there and 'bask in the glory of victory' against the Sturdans." The two Lords laughed at the naivety of the young Maeson. Lucan began to speak again soon after the laughter stopped.
"How are your children? Haven't seen them in quite a while." Richard quickly gulped down more of his wine before replying.
"Artur should be in his bed. The little brat probably isn't but there's no controlling excited boys. Luna is still in Araman with that Dorvellin dog...never liked him. Or his grandfather for that matter. Still, one needs links with other Houses. It's expected; what a life for a Lord to be submitting to expectations all our lives."
"That Ralladhin boy?" Richard nodded sullenly, and Lucan furrowed his brows.
"Ah yes, the Aramese Prince. If all of their ancestors are anything like the idle boy it's a wonder they didn't collapse millennia ago. Either way, I wish the best of luck to your daughter and your House. Really should be getting off now, long way to the Fenlands."
Lucan began to rise from his seat, and Richard shook hands with his old and loyal friend.
"Stay safe on the roads, Lucan," Richard fell back into his seat and started to signal for another glass, "and the next time you come here I expect you to drink like a man. Two chalices is pathetic." Richard started to laugh heartily yet again before taking a deep swallow from his cup, wiping the wine off his moustache with his hairy and large arm. Lucan simply smirked and nodded towards Richard before bidding the other Lords farewell and leaving for the Fenlands, his ancestral home at the mouth of Brazen Bay. The feast continued well into the early hours before Richard retired early to his chambers to rest for the journey to Knighthall the following day.

An outstanding read. We see the guests uncertainty yet brilliant desire to carry on with the feast even after his death date is announced. Utter brilliance and shows a lot of deceit in the story.

Okay, you seriously have to be aware of anachronism during the story. If you do not have an idea what that means when you take a word from another time period to use in your work. For example, Queen Victoria most likely wouldn't be said, "We must stay true to ourselves". They would've never have sworn in those times, even in a mild tone. Stay true to the era, regardless of what you write.

Also, the structure that you've put for your story is completely unacceptable. The story was overall hard to read due to lack of paragraphing and not starting a new line after dialogue. This should be fixed immediately.

Speaking of dialogue, it seemed at the end of the story you delved in this sort of, no narration tone, with each line consisting of a dialogue phrase and a description of how it was said and the action that was given to it. I expect more from this. Some of the dialogue was unnecessary even though developing a character but was it possible to include this in some sort of other fashion?

Generally, a few major issues needed to be solved here. Good job overall, punctuation is intact, you need more flair when you are writing and you should research the era you are writing in before handling something like this. 

I'd give it a 3.5 / 5 with how I'm reading this right now. Feel free to summon me once you've made edits.

Well done.

Thank you for the critique, it's been noted. Structuring is an area I've always struggled the most in, thank you for pointing out the flaws. I shall get to work on editing soon. Thanks for the honest feedback

Is outstanding meant in the positive way or the incomplete way? I presume incomplete but just want to clear up some ambiguity