Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 9, 2012 18:27:31 GMT -5
As the wind ripped through the shutters, Caitrin shuddered and pulled her cloak around her shoulders as she raised herself to close them, for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. Well, it wasn’t evening anymore, it was somewhere past that, but before morning. Caitrin shivered as she returned to her seat in front of the fire with her arms hugging around her middle. From time to time her maid would come in and tell her to go to sleep and that she needed to rest, but Caitrin was beyond reason. She didn’t want to think about how she looked, as she guessed that the moment she was a sight to turn heads, but for all the wrong reasons. She’d pulled her hair into a sidewards plait earlier in the day, or more her maid had done that for her. Other than that she hadn’t looked at her reflection in days, so she didn’t have the energy to be too concerned about it, or eek to change it.
Morgana’s reign had only ended a few days ago, and Camelot was starting to rebuild. Life had gone on around her, while Caitrin had just been sat here. She had started with a sickness not long after being released from the dungeons. Then the fever had followed; she had been trying to weaken it with some herbs that she had in her stores, but nothing had helped. Her Uncle had sent for the physician but he was busy in Camelot, and couldn’t spare the time She was weak, and the dull pain from her belly served as a sharp reminder of what she had lost in the dungeons; a life had been taken, one that she hadn’t been aware of until she’d lost it.
Caitrin bit her lip as she tried to rid herself of the images in her head before she distressed herself again. It didn’t take much to set her off anymore, and she knew she wasn’t making this any better for herself. In her mind she was tired, more tired than she could ever remember being, but she couldn’t sleep; there was too much going through her head for her to sleep. This wasn’t her at all, and she didn’t want to be like this, but she couldn’t help how she felt. There was no one to drag her out of her emotions, and she had no one to confide in; there was just no end.
A loud knocking on the door made Caitrin jump involuntarily, and she felt the blood rush to her head, feeling slightly faint. The knocking continued; she waited for her maid to rush to get the door but it didn’t happen. Biting her lip, Caitrin used the wall to help pull herself up and she staggered towards the door; grabbing a torch as she left the solar and made her way to the door. This probably wasn’t wise, it could be anyone after all, but that thought hadn’t even entered her head yet. She knew who she wanted to be on the other side of the door, but it was a girlish fancy and nothing more. She opened the door, holding herself up by the handle as she peered out; the flame shaking in her hand, “Hello, who’s there?”
Tagged: Lorelle
Timeline: A few days after the series 3 finale
Time of day: After midnight
Location: The de Archer Estate[/color][/size]