A Friend in Need… (Caitrin)

[Romily de Braose]

Romily was still reeling from her meeting with Frederick. How could he? How could he say sorry after all this time? Did he not know just how much pain and conflict that he had caused? Not just with her father but also with herself! She would be glad now that she would never see him again.

Romily crossed the courtyard and settled herself down on the steps. She felt lost at this moment in time. Everything seemed to be quite surreal now – being in Camelot – as a lady. Not having to serve drinks to anyone. And she had people who cared to help her.
She wouldn’t let him beat her. She knew that she’d shown her weak side by diving behind a tree when she first saw him and that just about said it all really. She still cared. She knew she should but she still did.

She watched the people go about their business and self-consciously toyed with the sleeves of her dress – not knowing what to do next, the only thing she could do was stay there. To stay sitting and to think about this whole diabolical situation that she should’ve had more control of.

Tagged: Caitrin de Archer
Setting: Courtyard
Timeline: S4
Notes: Meh – sorry it’s short, had no idea what to write

[Caitrin de Archer]

It had been a rather productive morning so far for Caitrin. She had walked to Camelot this morning accompanied by one of her Uncle's men. She wouldn't have taken him at all with her, but these were dangerous times and Caitrin had really had enough of getting into trouble because she had forgotten to take a guard with her. It turned out anyway that the guard had his uses, he was able to carry her things back to the manor for her.

Caitrin had not purchased quite a lot in the city, indeed her excuse to buy some more fabrics to make herself a new dress had been a bit of a cover story. In truth she had not been well for the past few weeks, she had been inflicted with sickness, and had been to see one of the physicians in Camelot this morning about it. He had thrown a few possibilities in her direction, and she now had something to hope for as he had pressed a particular idea in her thoughts. It was of course early days, and she would not allow herself to become too excited just yet, no she would watch her condition, and merely hope for the time being.

She wandered aimlessly down the steps from the castle, a small vial in her hand which the physician said should ease the sickness somewhat, or make it more bearable. The guard her Uncle had sent with her was probably walking about the markets still, she said she would meet him once her business had finished and he had not raised any objections. She was the future Lady of the Manor, and some of the servants remembered that sometimes.

It was as Caitrin stepped down towards the courtyard that she spotted a woman, sat on her own. Furrowing her brow, Caitrin looked across at the woman in question in silent wonder until she saw the woman looked anything but at ease with the world. Biting her lip, and showing the rather bold and headstrong side to her personality, Caitrin stepped slowly towards the woman and smiled softly. "Are you ok, my Lady?"