Songs of Glory;; Aoife

[Aryenne Dracose]

-Aryenne Dracose-



Who is the BETRAYER?

The KILLER in the crowd?


For once, there seemed to be something rather exciting going on in Camelot, and that was a tournament. But not just any tournament, a jousting tournament. Aryenne didn't know what it was, perhaps it was all the handsome knights in their shining armor and monstrous horses, or perhaps it was just the silly songs and flowers that went with it, but she always loved jousting tournaments. They were full of excitement and packed with people cheering as the knights took on each other in front of the royal family to win both fame and fortune. Even better though, her family's high stature in the city of Camelot meant that they could sit with other nobles and not with stupid commoners and peasants that were attracted to these tournaments as well.

Of once, she left Larka had home to her own devices while she and her parents went to the tournament. Sometimes the horses were distracted by her direwolf and she just could not understand why. Aryenne had dressed her best, hoping to be the fair maiden of some knight that would end up winning the tournament. The only drag about this whole thing that she would be reminded that her family was not ruling over Camelot as the Pendragons sat in the royalty box. Just the thought of them made her roll her eyes as she took her seat as close as she could get to the actions. Her parents on the other hand, sat back and away from their daughter to discuss things. Aryenne didn't care though, her eyes were on the knights.

Dreamily, she just watched them. The tournament had not started yet, there were no announcements but soon it would. Just then, somebody bumped into her, and there was clatter. Whatever it had been, a cup of some sort, it had nearly splashed all of it's contents on her. A small shriek escaped Aryenne as she jumped up and away, "Watch it!" She yelled now, "You nearly ruined my dress!" If looks could kill, they would have been a dead man. The individual muttered a quick apology and scampered away, but Aryenne still watched them, "Idiot. Why can't they ever hire competent servants?" she asked herself, still furious. She hoped that she would run into him again though, make him pay for all of that. Sitting down, Aryenne turned her attention back to the knights now, but the encounter had put her in a foul and dangerous mood.


The one who CREEPS in corridors,

And doesn't make a SOUND?

NOTES: |Oddly long wait, sorry!|
MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine|
TAGS: |Aoife de Archer|

[Aoife de Archer]

Aoife de Archer was quite glad that she had finally persuaded her Aunt to allow her to come to the joust on her own. Well, she was almost alone, her Aunt had taken her children to the gardens so they could sit a while there, so she wasn’t completely being left on her own. It was enough for Aoife though, she needed some time away from her extended family. She felt like she could hardly breathe in that house some of the time. Aoife had thought her own siblings had been a handful, but being under the same roof as two young babies was becoming unbearable. Aoife had already decided that she wasn’t going to have children, or she would be hiring a nurse. She certainly would not be rearing her children in the unconventional manner that her Aunt and Uncle decided to. She couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t just hire a nurse, it wasn’t right for noblemen and women to be raising children themselves. Honestly, they really knew nothing.

The joust hadn’t started yet, and Aoife took up her seat, making sure she was sat up properly and her eyes drew over the crowd. She didn’t know many people in Camelot. She hadn’t been a ward of her Aunt’s for very long, and during that time she hadn’t been into town that much as she had always wanted to go with her Aunt or Uncle, and they were always busy. It was ridiculous really, she had been expecting a little more attention than this. She was only their ward because her father hadn’t been able to cope with her, yet Aoife didn’t feel like this was a much better alternative.

She was watching the jousting absent mindedly, and only noticed that something was amiss when a sharp voice sounded from the woman beside her. Aoife hadn’t even noticed the servant passing her, but she rolled her eyes, honestly how clumsy could one be? He had probably ruined the poor girls dress as well. “Are you alright my Lady?” She asked, wondering if she should be speaking to her at all, she looked quite important. Aoife’s strong Mercian accent shone through as she spoke, “After the way that fool treated you I mean.”

[Aryenne Dracose]

-Aryenne Dracose-



Who is the BETRAYER?

The KILLER in the crowd?


Aryenne was still furious about what happened and even though women always said that a true woman should let grudges go, she found it very hard to do so indeed. It was natural that Aryenne just lived off of them, it fueled her rage and personality to such a degree that it shaped her so. If only she had not left Larka at home now though, she bet her direwolf would have loved to have taken a snap at that incompetent servant. She glanced down at her dress now, with it being made of fine silk, she was certain that it stained easily and also showed off the stain. The last thing that she wanted was to be viewed as a slob by one of the fine, young handsome knights. Honestly the thought of that was just dreadful, even more so of running into Arthur Pendragon who she couldn't stand and she would rather crawl in a hole and die than look anything but proper in front of him.

It also appeared that she was not alone as she might have thought, "Are you alright my lady?" came a voice now and Aryenne glanced up to see a young girl, "After the way that fool treated you, I mean." Were her ears possibly deciving her or did she actually just met a girl who was not thrown for a loop by her ill treatment of servants? It was certainly quite the surprise to the young noblewoman who by now, was used to angering people on a daily basis with her rude and deadly remarks. The girl though, was not of these parts she could tell by that strong accent of her's. It was odd really, Aryenne almost felt like she were staring at a young Lady Caitrin. At least, this is how she assumed the lady would have looked like when she was younger.

Still, she quite recovered herself now from that embarrassing situation and offered a cool smile to the young girl, "Thankfully so, he just managed to miss my dress. If he had, it would have been his head," she replied now. Her eyes glanced over the girl again, as if inspecting her in a shop. She did look quite proper, and spoke nicely as well, "Forgive me for asking, but I have never quite met somebody who sees eye to eye with me inside of the walls of Camelot. May I inquire your name, my lady?" she asked, her smile still cool as ever, trying to seem as kind as ever and mask her true mean girl attitude that began to be noted by all of Camelot, "I only ask for I would like to have your company during this joust. I have to say, even with men as handsome as the Camelot knights, they are dreadfully boring without the comentary from a friend."


The one who CREEPS in corridors,

And doesn't make a SOUND?

NOTES: |Oddly long wait, sorry!|
MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine|
TAGS: |Aoife de Archer|