Stubbornness Can Only Get You So Far Sept 2, 2011 6:21:31 GMT -5
Post by Caitrin de Archer on Sept 2, 2011 6:21:31 GMT -5
Caitrin shifted and pulled the blankets over her body. She groaned slightly and made a mental note that if she was ever going to do this again she was going to do it in summer, rather than in winter. She shivered slightly and hugged her body gently. She knew she would have to move eventually, but it would be colder outside the bed than it was inside so for the moment she could see no good reason to move. She drew herself up on the bed and frowned slightly, it had been four days since she’d left Camelot and she was now starting to get slightly concerned at her own actions.
She had managed, in her anger to end up in somewhere in the Northern Lands. She’d been aiming for Mercia, mainly because she knew Mercia, but she’d taken a wrong turning somewhere along the lines and now she was in the middle of nowhere; fantastic. She wasn’t about to admit she was lost, no, she was perfectly fine. She sighed and sat up in the bed, picking her shawl up from the bedside table and pulling it around her shoulders. She had every intention of returning to Camelot, but she had a point to prove first.
Her Uncle had made the silly mistake of pushing a suitor to take her hand, naturally Caitrin had taken it badly, and had run off in the night. She was going to return, she just wanted him to know that no matter how hard he tried she would never again be forced to take a suitor to her bed that her family had forced upon her. She’d been too young when her father had forced marriage upon her to know how to react to it, she was a bit older now, and fortunately her confidence had been enough to carry her down the road, and convince her that running away was the right thing to do.
All in all, apart from being slightly lost this had been one of her better ideas. None of her Uncle’s men had been able to track her as she’d left in the middle of the night, therefore she was at her liberty at when she returned; she had enough money to tide her over for a few weeks anyway. She’d managed to find this inn and had gained lodgings for the night, though the man behind the bar had said she could stay as long as she wanted.
Caitrin groaned and finally threw the covers back and was hit with the cold that the morning brought straight away. She didn’t let it bother her though as she quickly grabbed a comb and pulled it through her hair, crossing the room to where she’d laid out her underclothes and dress. Setting the comb down she pulled on her clothes quickly, trying to avoid getting too cold and laced up the back of her dress carefully. There was a small mirror in the corner so she walked over to it, her comb in hand again and started pulling it through her hair again, just to make sure she did it right. It didn’t matter she was technically on the run, she could still look her best couldn’t she?
Tags: Richard de Calys
Timeline: Series 2, after the Match Made In Hell Thread
Location: The Northern Lands
Notes: I know she hasn't actually done anything in this, but if you want me to edit just let me know (: