Raise Your Glass (Yassia) Jun 3, 2012 9:29:40 GMT -5
Post by Lady Roslyn on Jun 3, 2012 9:29:40 GMT -5
Well, they had finally found the lady Morgana then? Roslyn had almost given up hope, much like most of Camelot she imagined. Well, no one would ever say such a thing, but she had been missing almost a year. Trying to find someone in Albion was about as easy as finding a needle in a haystack. Roslyn wondered what the woman had seen in her year away from the comfort and safety of the castle, then again, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to know. Men could be cruel, and disgusting creatures, god knows what most of them would do with a beautiful woman if they got the chance. Roslyn shuddered with the thought and looked around her. She doubted half the women here would be able to imagine such horrors. Maybe they pictured kidnapping as quite glamorous, where you could be saved by a knight in shining armour at the end of your ideal; that your captors wouldn’t harm a hair on your pretty little head, and that they would respect your virtue. It made Roslyn ill to think people could be so stupid, and it would mainly be the women. Then again, not everyone could be as worldly wise and mature as Roslyn was, and she knew that all too well. Raising her chin slightly, she looked at the rabble in front of her. One day she would probably be expected to marry someone from his hall. That was a daunting thought. She would rather choose a man herself than have her father dictate to her. These were thoughts for another day though, and right now she needed some more wine.
Looking up at the royal table, she could see Morgana looked suitably beautiful, and the Prince and King looked well in their attire. This was how Roslyn liked it; everyone was in their proper place. It did irritate Roslyn to an extent that this was not just a gathering of Camelotian nobles, but rather a hodgepodge of people who decided to turn up in the kingdom, and leech off their protection. One such woman was the red haired Mercian noblewoman who had been here for so long that everyone had seemed to forget her origins, and the fact that Camelot’s relations with Mercia were still shaky. What place did she have here? Even worse, there was a man with her that Roslyn didn’t recognise, which meant he wasn’t Camelotian. Fabulous. It felt like their little haven of Camelotian nobles was being threatened somewhat. It did make Roslyn slightly uncomfortable, but she wasn’t stupid enough to say anything. Roslyn had no interest in making enemies. There was no use in making obvious enemies. You kept your friends close, but your enemies closer.
Unfortunately for Roslyn the woman she had been sat with wasn’t of Camelotian birth either, or if she was her family had done a good job of hiding her. She was a pretty woman, with dark hair and tanned skin. Roslyn considered her for a moment before taking a sip of her wine, “The festivities are beautiful aren’t they?” She asked the woman with a smile, “Forgive me I don’t believe we have met, my name is Lady Roslyn Griffin, it is a pleasure to meet you my Lady.”
Timeline: During the Tears of Uther Pendragon
Location: Great Hall
Time of Day: Evening[/color][/size]