A Bit of Polite Conversation? (Aryenne) Sept 28, 2012 17:24:11 GMT -5
Post by Caitrin de Archer on Sept 28, 2012 17:24:11 GMT -5
The evening was still young, though the feasting had already finished for the most part. Caitrin already felt quite worn out with the evening on the whole give that she was already four months pregnant, and it was showing quite heavily already. Her dark green satin dress clung to her figure, and outlined her pregnant belly with ease. The novelty of the whole thing was slowly wearing off, and she was beginning to tire of the constant questions that came with her condition. She sighed a little as she ran a hand over her belly, feeling the baby stir within her. She was stood by herself at the moment, on the outskirts of the whole feast. Her husband was speaking with his brother, and was probably glad of the peace and quiet from her side for a while. Her emotions hadn’t been great for the past week or so. She wasn’t sure why she had been so hormonal since discovering she was pregnant. The physician had told her that her emotions would be all over the place, but she hadn’t really expected it to this extent.
Caitrin looked around the Great Hall, feeling slightly nostalgic. It was hard to believe that she had been here for six long years now. They had been anything but uneventful; Camelot was her home now and she couldn’t imagine moving back to Mercia. She didn’t want to go back; this was where she and Griff were making a life for themselves and this was where their children would be raised. Pressing her lips together, she looked across to where the Princess Mithian was sat with the King She really was very pretty, and if Arthur intended to marry her then Caitrin of course would wish them the best of luck. She hoped that Arthur was going to be as happy in his marriage as she was in hers. Then again, Caitrin’s marriage hadn’t been arranged, from what she had heard from the knights, Arthur had arranged this marriage for the future of the Kingdom. It was really quite admirable. Caitrin had always run away from the prospect of an arranged marriage; it had never really appealed.
The baby stirred again, and Caitrin reached for her goblet and took a sip; resting her hand on her belly in the process. It already felt like she couldn’t remember not being pregnant, which brought a soft smile to her lips. She couldn’t wait to be a mother, she was scared of course, but she felt like this was what she needed. She had been alone for so long, but now she had Griff, and the baby was on the way, and it felt like life was finally dealing her a good hand. Looking up again, she noticed a noblewoman by the end of the table, standing on her own. The girl looked like she was only in her teens or so, and Catrin walked up to her with ease, “My Lady, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before.” She curtseyed a little, but had to stop herself before she got too low as she wasn’t sure she would be able to get back up again. “I am Lady Caitrin Aubert, who do I have the pleasure of addressing?”
Tagged: Lady Aryenne Dracose
Timeline: During the welcome feast for Princess Mithian in The Hunters Heart
Location: The great hall
Time of day: Evening[/color][/size]