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Post by isadora on Jan 28, 2012 2:23:58 GMT -5
She wasn't sure what compelled her to try it. Even as a girl, when she'd been made to practice the silly art by her mother, she had been terrible at it. After her mother had passed away, she hadn't seen the point in continuing on in the craft when she was so miserably doomed to fail, and being a princess, no one had even tried to change her mind. Maybe it was the apparent madness that seemed to accompany her pregnancy.
Alistair thought they went mad when they fell in love? Well that was nothing compared to the sheer senselessness that she often found herself possessed with since she'd found herself with child. She would say, do, and even feel things that made absolutely no sense at all, and later on she would realize it and wonder about the fact. Alistair was entirely baffled and had taken to performing miscellaneous tasks around the kingdom in order to avoid her wrath. At least, that was why she thought he was doing it, but why else would he wander off to do menial labor of his own free will? It was just as well, as it gave her plenty of time to...fail miserably at the same task she'd been failing at her whole life. Blasted little tiny threads! She was a princess! Didn't they know they ought to do as she willed?
"Ow!" She exclaimed softly when she pricked her finger with the needle, giving a woeful sigh as she looked down at her finger. It wasn't bleeding...but she was about ready to give up on this whole endeavor regardless. Who was she to think that she could actually do embroidery? Even if it was for a blanket for her baby...what kind of a mother couldn't even make their baby a blanket? Who was she kidding, she was going to be terrible at this! She stared down at the mass of unruly yellow threads poking out of the deep blue fabric in what was supposed to be the crest of Gwent, and instead looked like...a blob of nothing she could identify.
She could try again later...it would be months before the baby would be born. But what difference would it make? She knew herself, she wasn't going to ask anyone for help with something that was supposed to be so trivial, that every princess was supposed to be able to do anyways. She dropped her hand to the growing bump lovingly, protruding just enough to be clearly noticeable no matter what kind of dress she wore. Not that she needed to hide anything; she and Alistair had been married for months now. And things were going so smoothly...if only she could figure out how to make the damn threads do as they were supposed to, she thought to herself as she proceeded to attack the blanket with her needle yet again.
Tagged: Guinevère! Setting: A sitting room in the castle of Gwent Time: About five months after the end of Series 3 Notes: I don't know why you're in Gwent, but you are! Muahahaha. [/size]
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Post by Guinevère on Jan 30, 2012 17:16:18 GMT -5
Guinevère was not used to this much travel, but in this case it had to be done. The king was not getting better, and Gaius was unsure how to help him. Knowing of a doctor that was two kingdom's over a group of them had set off to seek his advice. Guinevère--having been his nurse, and would keep being his nurse was one of the members in this group. They were staying just one night here before pushing on toward home. Arthur could not travel with them, as the kingdom needed his attentions too baddy. He was Acting King by this point, and to most he was their king in truth.
She missed Arthur, and wanted to reach home quicker. They were unannounced in their arrival, but as they were only nobles, and a nurse, no royal welcome was needed. Guinevère followed another maid down one of the halls as they reached the door to where their princess was, and waited while the maid knocked and went to ask if the princess could meet with a messager from Camelot. Guinevère had no true message, but had told Arthur that when--if--the stopped by the castle in Gwent that she would stop by and see Isadora. To see if all was well.
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Post by isadora on Jan 31, 2012 21:20:22 GMT -5
Isadora was aware that they were hosting an entourage from Camelot tonight, it was just a brief stop-over on their way home from a mission that was apparently of vital importance. Isadora didn't know the details of their journey, but had readily agreed to give the small party food and lodgings when it had been requested, only too happy to assist an allied kingdom whenever she could, much less the country of such a dear friend.
She looked up from her fruitless work when there came a knock at the door, followed by her handmaiden bobbing inside the room to inform her that a messenger from Camelot required her attention. She wondered briefly why they hadn't requested a formal audience upon their arrival, until she mentioned that the messenger was a maid...named Guinevère. Isadora smiled, and told her that she would receive the messenger immediately. She set aside her failed work carelessly, getting to her feet and smoothing out her skirt as Guinevère was ushered inside. "Lady Guinevère, how wonderful it is to see you! I had no idea you were traveling with the entourage from Camelot. I regret that I didn't come to greet you personally." She greeted her warmly as she entered. [/size]
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Post by Guinevère on Feb 3, 2012 0:08:58 GMT -5
Guinevère walked into the room and smiled at the delight of the princess standing there. "Lady Guinevère, how wonderful it is to see you! I had no idea you were traveling with the entourage from Camelot. I regret that I didn't come to greet you personally." Lady?! Guinevère felt herself blush and bit her lip. She was not a lady, no matter how well Elyan was doing as a knight. She was still a servant, and a nurse to the king. A very high ranking and favored one, but still a servant.
"Gwen, please." She asked rather then correct the princess in her own home. Not wanting to be rude, Guinevère would not drag anyone into the politics of her questioned rank. "You look beautiful." Happy. "I was asked to deliver some well wishes, if you have a moment where we can speak for a while?" If not then she would seek her out on the morrow or later today in a more official setting.
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Post by isadora on Feb 3, 2012 0:56:00 GMT -5
Perhaps officially, Guinevère was not nobility, yet Isadora knew that Arthur had every intention of making her his queen. Even if that was not public knowledge yet, Isadora felt that she ought to show the future queen the respect she was due. Besides, she'd been practicing it in her mind since Arthur's last birthday, so that she wouldn't mess up when she really was queen; that would be most humiliating. Judging by the woman's reaction, she needed to get used to it, too.
She smiled warmly, somewhat amused when she insisted that she be called by her short name, but Isadora wasn't going to argue with her. "If you insist, Gwen it is." She nodded and gestured to one of the comfortable, unused armchairs in this particular sitting room. "You're too kind. Of course, please, have a seat." She smoothed her own skirt as she took her seat again, she was grateful for the interruption. Isadora wasn't used to relaxing, but the healers insisted it was good for the baby, so she was trying to take some time off here and there...and it was liable to bore her to death. "How are things in Camelot?" [/size]
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