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Post by Lady Roslyn on Feb 7, 2013 19:58:10 GMT -5
 Roslyn just grinned at her husband’s comment, though she would never have thought it when she first met him, he could be quite the tease when he chose to be. She just smiled at him, her cheeks flushing a little, as she brushed back some hair off her face. She was starting to feel a little better than she had done that morning, but she still wasn’t at her best. Roslyn had no idea what was wrong with her, but she doubted that it was anything serious. She probably just had a cold, or something equally as irritating, yet harmless. If it worsened she would send for a physician. Looking down at what she was wearing, Roslyn was completely convinced she could not appear in public like this, not now she was the wife of a knight. Not that she would have appeared in public looking anything but her best anyway, but still.
She just watched as Iwan picked up their son, and brought him back to her. Roslyn laughed, “He’d agree to anything as long as you had his toy.” She gave her husband one of her looks, though she was joking a little as well. Irritatingly, Iwan was, in his own little way, convincing her that going to this knighting ceremony might actually be a good idea. She always had fun with him poking fun at the other noble families, especially certain ones. Roslyn sighed, and kissed the side of Edmund’s head, the boy squirmed a little, though she left Iwan to deal with that. “If I go, you might have to hold me up throughout the service.” She joked a little, but given how she felt, it might turn into reality very quickly. Roslyn took Edmund out of Iwan’s arms as the boy was holding his arms out for her, and she couldn’t resist. She loved being a mother, it was one of the best things which had ever happened to her. “Do you really want me to come with you?” She asked Iwan, because if he did, then she would. She was a dutiful wife, and respected him completely. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Feb 7, 2013 19:24:14 GMT -5
Roslyn was of course panicking internally about this whole situation, as long as her horse was unharmed then she was sure she would be able to talk her way out of this situation. She didn’t want to make it look as if she couldn’t handle herself, if she did then her father might not let her ride out anymore, and that wasn’t going to happen. This was the only time that she was allowed anytime to herself. When she was at her father’s estate she was under constant watch, and she knew it. He knew what she did, and when she did it, and she hated it. Of course Roslyn always conducted herself accordingly, she never gave him any reason to shout, or to be annoyed with her. Not that he needed a reason most of the time of course, sometimes her being in the same room was enough to set him into a rage. Roslyn knew the reason why now, where she had been ignorant as a child, but it was hardly a comfort. “It is no matter, my Lord.” She lied idly, as she really just wanted to get home now, and was not interested in making enemies with Iwan, especially as now he appeared to be quite accommodating.
She figured that they would get wood in the forest that she had got her horse stuck in, though she knew they would need dry wood, and a lot of it. Roslyn looked around them, they would hardly find wood just lying around, even in a forest it was unlikely that there would just be a large pile of wood conveniently placed for such an occasion. Roslyn sighed to herself, wondering if they could tear some from a tree trunk, or something similar to lay it down for her horse. She wasn’t even bothered now about her muddy hem, as even though it was incredibly important to her, she just wanted to get out of here now, and if that meant disregarding her state of undress then so be it!
Roslyn just nodded as Iwan told her to go first, though she couldn’t understand why he was telling her to go first, as she had no idea where she would get wood like that from. She sighed internally, not letting her annoyance show, as she was a Lady, and ladies didn’t get annoyed. Instead she smiled, not too sweetly as then he would know her to be false, but just enough to keep him on his toes. “We need dry wood, so perhaps we should look at taking some wood off tree trunks?” She suggested, mainly for easiness sake; she doubted that the knight would want to damage his sword trying to hack off branches to help ease her horse out of the mud anyway. It would be much easier to tear bits off wood off the trunk. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Jan 6, 2013 15:05:11 GMT -5
The day was going by quite like the last two had. She had checked on Iwan this morning, and yet there had been no change; he was still unconscious. Roslyn was thinking of sending for the physician later, just to see whether there was anything that he could do to bring Iwan out of this state. She had been tending him, and had spent a lot of time by his bedside, just speaking to him, and trying to coax him out of his condition. Nothing had worked so far. Roslyn bit her lip, and scooped her son out of his crib; Edmund was taking a nap, and so she only had the baby to worry about at the moment; her son was only days old. The baby was settled, and was comfortable in her arms. “Shall we go and check on your father?” She asked her son, who just nuzzled into her embrace as means of an answer. She smiled and began to walk across to hers and Iwan’s bedroom. Of course she hadn’t been sleeping in there; she had just been sleeping in the spare room while Iwan recovered.
Roslyn, with the baby in her arms, pushed the door to hers and Iwan’s room open softly, and slowly, so she could check on her husband. She was to send for the physician the moment Iwan showed any change, which could be any time really, so she had to keep checking. She looked up as she entered the room, and nearly screamed with the shock that Iwan was up, and walking round, “What on earth are you doing out of bed?” She asked him with wide eyes; what was he thinking? She knew that Iwan was determined, but even he had to realise the extent to his injuries, and that right now he needed rest. The baby stirred in her arms, and once she had gotten over the initial shock of him being more than a breathing corpse on the bed, her face broke out into a wide smile. He was alright! The shock of seeing him up and about had taken away from that amazing fact. There was no reason for her to worry now about him not waking up, because he was just fine.
Looking down at the baby, then to Iwan, she smiled again at him, expecting some kind of reaction, but was rewarded with nothing. She took another step closer to her husband, and lowered the baby a little, to show him the little being. This was their second son, and she was so relieved that she had given him another boy. Perhaps next she would pray for a daughter, to complete their little family. “We have another son, Iwan.” She was beaming, full of nothing but happiness, “I haven’t named him yet; I wanted us to do that together.” Was that why he wasn’t reacting to her? Because at the moment it felt like she was just speaking to herself. The baby cried out a little, and she walked to her husband’s side. She wondered if he was upset that he had missed the birth. It wasn’t exactly something that she could understand in a way, because if she didn’t have to be there, she wouldn’t have chosen to be. This baby had been bigger than Edmund, and more painful to deliver; the midwives had done their best to keep her calm, but as she hadn’t known what fate had befallen Iwan at that point either. It hadn’t been the easiest of times for her, but she had got past it, and while she was still supposed to be recovering from the birth, she had a household to run here.
She smiled up at Iwan, who still hadn’t given her a reaction, and put one arm around him, as she was carrying the baby in her other arm, “I thought something had happened to you.” She squeezed him a little, before drawing back with a confused expression on her face. Roslyn bit the inside of her mouth; she had heard of men being changed by war, but this was something else altogether, “Iwan?” She said softly, “Is there something wrong?” Her voice was tentative, and her posture had stiffened. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Nov 4, 2012 17:08:01 GMT -5
Roslyn couldn’t say that she was that disappointed not to be going to this knighting ceremony. In her opinion far too many men were knighted with little or no standing in the world. They were expected to put their lives in the hands of these men, and it wasn’t fair when these men were being knighted along those like her husband who had trained his entire life to become a knight. The view wasn’t one that was shared across Camelot though, and aside from making comments with Iwan, and casting the knights in question dirty looks from time to time, there wasn’t a lot that they could do to change things. It was depressing thought, but Roslyn had to just get on with her own life instead of wondering what on earth the King was thinking anointing all these new knights to protect them. Roslyn was sure that none of them would ever better Iwan anyway, so she could take something from that.
She followed Iwan into the room, and Edmund looked up at them both as they entered. He pushed himself to his feet and wandered over to his mother with a soft smile. Roslyn bent down and placed a small kiss on his forehead and picked up his toy and handed it back to him. He wandered off again, though he was still in the room. Roslyn stood up again and looked back at Iwan as he had located his cloak. She rolled her eyes a little at him, wondering when he had become quite so unorganised. Well, this wouldn’t be classed as unorganised to anyone else, but with Iwan it was like a complete change of personality. Luckily one of them could remember where he left his cloak, and everything else he had taken to losing as of late.
Roslyn smiled at her husband as he kissed her cheek, and she took both his hands in her own. She loved moments like this with him, and gave him a soft smile and laughed; looking down at what she was wearing. “What, looking like this?” She asked and shook her head, “I’d only show you up, comments or no comments.” She didn’t look anything near her best, though she probably could make it through whatever illness had plagued her. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Nov 3, 2012 20:06:46 GMT -5
Roslyn was playing with Edmund when she heard Iwan shouting down the stairs at her. She rolled her eyes, wasn’t he only supposed to be getting ready for the knighting ceremony? Roslyn left Edmund playing with the stuffed toy he had in his hands as she went to see what was wrong with her husband. She had found, since marrying Iwan, a lot of her time was consumed with organising not only herself, and not to mention their two year old son, but her husband as well. She would probably enjoy the task more if Iwan didn’t fuss so much about being disorganised. Roslyn knew how much he hated to lose things, and to be disorganised, so when he started asking her for help, she knew he would already be somewhat worked up.
Roslyn wasn’t going to the knighting ceremony, she had heard about the new knight that Arthur had decided to knight out of nowhere, but she wasn’t feeling at her best and so was remaining behind. Anyway, she was enjoying her time with Edmund too much to throw the time away on going to feasts. Iwan had to go because it was his duty, but since becoming a married woman, Roslyn found she had more flexibility with these matters. Edmund was under the watchful eye of a servant, so Roslyn made her way out into the entrance hall so that she could hear what her husband was shouting to her about. She folded her arms in anticipation, just because he was annoyed didn’t mean that he had to take it out on her.
His cape? Roslyn nodded and inclined her head towards the room that she had just left Edmund playing in. Iwan probably hadn’t remembered that he had left it in there when he had been dashing round this morning getting everything ready. Roslyn had assumed he’d left it in there with a purpose, so he remembered to say goodbye to Edmund before he left, as that was the room their son usually occupied. Perhaps she had assumed too much with that though, “You left it in there this morning when I asked you to watch Edmund while I checked on lunch.” She said with a soft sigh, “Do you want me to go and get it for you?” She knew he was already late, and perhaps he just wanted to dart off straight away. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Sept 17, 2012 18:10:58 GMT -5
 All Roslyn had wanted to do was to spend some time on her own, away from her father to enjoy the beautiful Camelotian day. She should have known that it was all too much to ask. She was too young and too amiable to ever imagine that a moment of her life would ever be her own, and that she could just decide to have an afternoon to herself and that would be what actually happened. Perhaps she should actually find herself a husband, as then she might have a hope of having some time to herself without being bothered by her father, or half of Camelot for that matter. Perhaps that was a little dramatic, but Roslyn was angry so she didn’t care how irrational she was being. She sighed out a little, trying to remain as lady like as possible in front of this idiot of a man. Whatever charm he thought he had was lost on her, she didn’t find him charming, she just found him annoying. There was nothing gentlemanly about harassing a woman who clearly didn’t want to be bothered on her afternoon walk. No, he was just a fool, and a young and foreign one at that. “I don’t believe I am my Lord.” She replied sweetly, but sternly.
Roslyn was not naive, nor stupid enough, to imagine there was any truth in what the man was saying to her. He might think himself charming, but he was impolite, and it was starting to irritate Roslyn. Well, it had irritated her right from him opening his mouth but still, the situation was not getting any better. “You might be a man of good tastes, but you have no manners, my Lord.” She said with an air of maturity, she was sure she was older than this fool, she knew how to act in social situations. It was becoming clear that whoever this man was, he did not. Perhaps he had learned these lines from a cousin, or brother or some other form of aquantances and he was trying them out on any woman who would listen. He was obviously not from Camelot, not with the way he spoke anyway. Roslyn couldn’t say she liked his accent much, she didn’t like much about him. He was handsome yes, she would not take that away from him of course, but even that was tarnished by his mannerisms. “If you wish I can point you in the direction of women who would much prefer your attentions.” She was quite keen for him to say yes to that, as then she could get rid and get back to her peace. He still hadn’t even asked for her name, honestly, was the man completely stupid? He wanted to charm her, and what not and he had not even bothered to ask her name yet. How nice of him. “I am Lady Roslyn Griffin, by the way. As you did not ask.” She thought she was doing quite a good job of controlling her temper as she gave a short curtsey, hoping this would be the end of the conversation. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Sept 17, 2012 17:29:30 GMT -5
 Roslyn was starting to enjoy the way this feast was turning out. She hadn’t met anyone as unconventional as Yassia in quite some time. The women in Camelot tended to be from one kettle of fish, and seldom differed from it. That wasn’t a criticism of course, it was nice to be around like minded women. The most radical woman at court was probably the Lady Morgana, well, excepting Caitrin, and she wasn’t radical in a productive way, she just flaunted her ways for all to see. Morgana was someone for the other ladies to look up to though, what with her fashions and mannerisms. Roslyn kept her smile on her face and took a small sip of her wine. She wasn’t sure what she would think of a woman ruling by herself; it had never been heard of in Camelot of course. There had always been a male ruler, and it was strange to think of a woman ruling without a husband. Roslyn pressed her lips together, and nodded at her new aquantances, “Will you marry before you return to your home?” She asked curiously, wondering now if she was indeed over stepping the mark. Roslyn didn’t want to leave the wrong impression of course, she just wanted to quench her new found curiosity.
Ten or twenty men? Roslyn would have probably been amused if someone had tried to take the throne of Camelot with so few men. She didn’t show any of this facially of course, she sipped her wine and listened as the princess spoke. She couldn’t understand the logic of it though, why come this far north for ten troops? Surely she could have just hired some mercenaries or have gained help in the south? Perhaps she had wanted to come here because of her family connections. Roslyn couldn’t think of anything else really. Then again, she wasn’t versed in succession or any of those matters. “I’m sure that everything will work out for you, princess.” Roslyn gave her a wide smile and inclined her goblet to her, “And I wish you good luck with wherever your appeal takes you.” She took another sip of her goblet and drained the last of it. She held up the goblet, and it was quickly filled by a passing servant.
Really, Roslyn could give Yassia a list of reasons why she didn’t approve of Lady Caitrin and the way she acted. It annoyed Roslyn that the Lady in question stole away most of the noblemen and she would eventually end up marrying one of them. She had no right to come into their kingdom and make a mockery of their culture. Roslyn reigned in her temper and pressed her lips together, sipping at her wine again. “The ride out there is beautiful, you’ll enjoy it.” Roslyn couldn’t deny the road and forests around there were beautiful. She did like riding out there on occasion, but she had always been to worried about running into the lady in question, which she had done a few times. “I live at my father’s estate, it’s only a ten minute ride south of here.” Roslyn grinned and reclined slightly in her seat, but so she was still holding herself in a ladylike manner, “Have you ridden past it? It is just called the Griffin estate.” |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Sept 12, 2012 19:10:27 GMT -5
Roslyn had been hoping for something like this to happen, after all she had wanted to come to so many of these feasts so she would meet the other ladies of the court, and begin to learn their ways. There was no point in her being stuck at home with her father for all this time, she wasn’t going to learn anything, and she had more chances of making a match that she wanted if she was here at court, rather than her father making a match for her. That was one of her biggest fears; her father wouldn’t see a problem with marrying her off to one of his friends, or their sons. She resisted the urge to shudder, and instead focussed her attentions on the new acquaintance she was beginning to make. The girl in front of her had an accent that Roslyn could not place, but then she did not know many of the girls from outside Camelot. She didn’t even know that many from within Camelot, let alone outside it.
Oh gosh, the girl was a princess? Roslyn was slightly speechless for a moment, she had never met a princess before and was unsure of how to act. Was she supposed to curtsey again? Or address her in some other manner? She had never been prepared to speak to a princess, as Camelot only had a prince, and why on earth would Roslyn be expected to converse with royalty? The princess was still speaking to her, so Roslyn couldn’t have offended her. She smiled sweetly at her, “Of course you may, princess.” She straightened down the front of her dress a little; she didn’t want to appear untidy in front of royalty, “My family is from Camelot, I live with my father in his manor, it is only a short ride away from here.” She began to explain, “Are you enjoying your stay in Camelot, princess?” |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Sept 12, 2012 18:51:14 GMT -5
Roslyn didn’t feel the need to reply to him, as it was clearly obvious that Iwan was determined to get the last word in no matter what she said or did. She sighed softly to herself, wondering why she had accepted the offer for his help in the first place. Then again, given how the conversation was progressing, she was more impressed that Iwan hadn’t just walked off and left her here. That was hardly what she wanted, given that she needed help to get her horse out of the mud, but she was impressed nonetheless. Roslyn felt like she was keeping quite a cool head given the whole situation; at the back of her mind she still knew that if she didn’t get the horse out of the mud there was no point in returning home. Well, there was, but she knew her father would kill her, and that was without being dramatic. She pressed her lips together, it never took much for her to get on the wrong side of her father, and she lived with that constant fear that he held over her. Roslyn didn’t really want to be thinking of this now, if she thought about it all the time then she would frankly become phobic, bit she couldn’t stand the thought of being thrown out on the street like some common peasant, without an income or a home.
She had been lost in her thoughts somewhat, and was twirling a piece of hair around her finger when Iwan spoke to her again. She blinked at him, and for a moment couldn’t remember what he was asking her that for. Roslyn just shrugged, she didn’t really have an answer for him as she hadn’t expected his reply to be quite so civil, luckily she was a master of thinking on her feet, “A knightly tone would do it, seeing as you are a knight.” She felt a small amount of teasing was needed to lighten the mood, but she wasn’t going to be going much further with anything like that; she didn’t want him getting the wrong ideas, no matter how handsome he was. Roslyn let her eyes wash over Iwan for a moment, before she remembered herself, and her position, and forced her eyes back to his face, with a half smile.
Roslyn took a few steps forwards, wrapping her arms around her middle before she dipped her shoulder and looked back at it over to where Iwan was still stood, “Can we please just get the wood to get my horse out of the wood, please my Lord?” She asked in a softer tone, though there was still a bitter bite to her words. She felt ridiculous, her gown and cloak were both ruined; no doubt the man thought she was a low born noble, or worse. This was all going horrifically, and she just wanted to get herself out of this situation as quickly as she could. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Sept 11, 2012 18:13:25 GMT -5
 Roslyn wasn’t impressed one bit with how this whole situation was turning out. She was keeping in the background for now, she didn’t feel the need to add anything to what her husband was saying; he seemed to be handling this incredibly well after all. She’d probably only get in the way. Roslyn was occasionally stealing glances down at the man, though she couldn’t really make him out, all she could really focus on was the music coming from his lute. She probably would have appreciated the music if this was in a more conventional setting, but it was the middle of the night, so really why would anyone think that it was a good idea to be standing underneath a window playing a lute?! This was of course completely different to when Iwan had been below her window of course, he had come to talk to her, and he had done it properly. He hadn’t brought a lute, and he hadn’t woken up her family in the process. Roslyn folded her arms, sure that her husband was as unimpressed as she was with this on the whole.
Of course the man was a de Archer. Roslyn turned her nose up slightly instinctively and pressed her lips together; hard. She knew all about Caitrin de Archer; it was hard to miss the way she was really, especially with the men in court. She could only guess what a de Archer would want with Rowan, but she knew that she didn’t like the intentions right away. No doubt Caitrin’s streak was actually a family trait, no matter how this man was related to Caitrin, she was sure that he was probably the same. No doubt that song was actually a euphemism for...something. Roslyn shuddered a little at the thought, she didn’t know Rowan as much as she wished she did, but she knew that she shouldn’t have to be exposed to the behaviour of this idiot man. No doubt he was actually stalking her. Roslyn stepped a little further forwards, after all she was not afraid of this man, she wanted to look down upon him, as this was her family, and if he was trying to compromise it then he could... well he could just forget about it right this second!
Dristan had finally gotten around to asking her husband’s name, it hadn’t slipped Roslyn’s notice that the man had a complete lack of manners. He had already surpassed a minor irritation in Roslyn’s eyes. The only reason she hadn’t said anything yet was mainly because Iwan seemed to be handling this well enough, and he was the one who had an actual reason to be annoyed with the de Archers. She had never asked him what had happened with Caitrin, but she was sure he had not taken too much notice of her stupid, seductive manner. No doubt he put her in her place, just as she deserved. Roslyn inclined her head towards Iwan as he finally turned round to face her. She hadn’t been worried for a moment that he had forgotten about her in his annoyance at Dristan, he knew that if she felt the need to say something then she would. Now she did feel the need to speak, and introduce herself, “I am Lady Roslyn d’Auber.” Once again she inclined her head, though she knew the man couldn’t see it. Roslyn was now at the front of the balcony, looking down at Dristan, “My Lord husband is right, his sister would not enjoy your performance, especially at this time of night.” She cast a quick glance back to Iwan before moving back to his side, she had said what she wanted to; there was no point in repeating her husbands words for the sake of it, hopefully Dristan would get the message, and leave. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Sept 10, 2012 14:20:31 GMT -5
Roslyn was having trouble sleeping. This was the third night’s sleep that had suffered, and she was starting to tire of it. She never slept well when she was away from home, and this was no exception, but there was something else, and she was sure of it. Usually she tossed and turned for a while, but she always got off to sleep in the end. This time she was struggling to sleep altogether, and she had started feeling sick in the mornings. Roslyn turned over and pressed her lips together, trying to convince her body she was tired enough to sleep. Iwan had gotten off to sleep easily enough, well, they were at his home so she supposed it was easier for him. His elder brother was ill, so they had volunteered to keep the estate in order for a week or so while he recovered. Well, Iwan was doing most of the work, as was his way. She was just looking after the house, though there wasn’t even much to do there. Aside from Rowan there wasn’t a mistress of the house, so the servants were just used to getting on with it. Roslyn felt quite bored here, but she hadn’t spoken to Iwan about it. After all, they would be going back home soon, so there was no use in complaining. Plus, the lack of sleep and sickness had been occupying her thoughts somewhat.
Tentatively, Roslyn placed a hand on her stomach and breathed out slowly. She had been married for a few months now, and she had been expecting this, but now the prospect was a daunting one. Roslyn did want this of course, she wanted to give Iwan a son to follow in his footsteps. She was sure that any children they had would be so loved, and they would never be made to feel like they weren’t wanted. Iwan stirred in his sleep behind her, and he brushed against her softly, causing the smile on her face to widen slightly. There was no point in worrying him with this just yet, she wasn’t completely sure, and he had enough to worry about at the moment what with the estate to look after. She wasn’t quite sure how Iwan would react if she were with child, but the more she thought about it the more she liked the idea.
None of this was helping her sleep of course and she turned over again, this time she was facing her husband. She raised her hand and brushed a few hairs back off his face gently. She really did love him, and she didn’t have any regrets where he was concerned, he just made her happy, and that was all she had ever wanted. Roslyn jumped as a loud thud echoed through the bed chambers. It didn’t wake Iwan, and probably wouldn’t have bothered Roslyn either if she had actually been asleep. A part of her wanted to go and see what it was, but she knew it was probably nothing. Roslyn was just about to try and settle when there was another thud on the balcony. Biting her lip, she pushed herself out of bed, and grabbed her shawl to wrap around her shoulders. Slowly she made her way to the balcony and opened the door, not really sure what she was expecting to see. There was no one out on the balcony of course. She was about to turn back inside to go to bed, when there was a sudden burst of music from below the balcony. The sleep deprivation was obviously getting to her. Peering down she could see someone there; who on earth was playing music at her? Stepping backwards her back hit the door to the balcony noisily, and she put her head inside the door, and whispered, “Iwan? Iwan wake up.” She just needed to make sure she wasn’t being driven to the brink of insanity, and if this man was real then Iwan would get rid of him anyway. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Aug 18, 2012 17:55:16 GMT -5
Overall this was lining up to be quite a boring feast. She had hoped that she would be the centre of attention, or that people would at least seek to come and converse with her. She sighed a little and straightened out her dress, she did not want to be reduced to speaking with her father or suchlike, how embarrassing would that be if she had come all this way to speak to her own family. Roslyn wondered if her mother would have guided her through such functions, had she lived this long. She stiffened a little, Roslyn didn’t think of her mother much as she knew how much it upset her. She forced a smile, and a servant offered her a goblet of wine. She took it, and sipped at it a little. Roslyn was still getting used to the bitter taste of wine, but her father had told her that she had to get used to drinking it as it was sophisticated.
It was not long until a young brunette girl came up to her quite suddenly and greeted her. Roslyn was quite shocked, but did not show it. Making sure she did not spill her wine, she curtseyed on cue and smiled at her new acquaintance, “Good evening my lady.” She chirped, just as she had always rehearsed. She wasn’t quite sure what to say now, oh Jesu, they hadn’t even introduced themselves yet! “Sorry, I should have introduced myself, I am Lady Roslyn Griffin, what may I call you my lady?” She was trying so very hard to play the part, like she had seen all the other noblewomen play it. She knew she could do this, but she needed encounters like this to push her in the right direction. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Jul 31, 2012 16:23:03 GMT -5
Roslyn had been looking forwards to this feast for some time. She had been on her best behaviour at home, and had been waiting for this night since her father had mentioned it to her. Roslyn loved feasts, but especially this one as it was the summer solstice. Though this meant an end to the summer, and that they would now welcome the winter, Roslyn preferred it to the winter solstice. After all, in the summer one the dresses were always lighter and prettier, and the weather was so much nicer. Roslyn was taking great care to enjoy all that she could in this evening, and it all started with her dress. She had made her jade green dress especially for the feast. Only recently had she started donning women's clothing, rather than that of a young girls, so she was enjoying every gown that she put on at the moment. It made her feel so much more grown up than she had been feeling in her girls dresses. Her father had even got her a new cloak to go with her dresses. She had needed a new one anyway, as she had grown quite a lot since the last summer. This one was a pretty shade of dark green, and Roslyn absolutely loved it.
There was nothing about today that Roslyn wasn't determined to enjoy. She loved feasts, as they let her get out of the house and enjoy the company of others for a while. Roslyn hated being cooped up with her father, as he was hardly ever in a good mood. She suspected that he had only bought her the cloak because it would have looked silly if she had turned up without one at her age. Her father cared a lot for appearances, and she felt like she was sometimes just an extension of that. Roslyn brushed her hand through her hair as she looked around the hall, hoping for something interesting to happen. She didn't want to spend all evening with her father after all. Biting her lip, she watched all the other noblewomen. Most had friends already to talk to, or they looked too old or too unfriendly to pay Roslyn much heed. Brushing down her gown she started to circle the room, so she didn't feel as awkward, thinking that soon she might have to rid herself o her shyness and introduce herself to someone. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Jul 29, 2012 15:50:45 GMT -5
Roslyn wasn’t quite sure what to make of her guest just yet. She was quite enjoying the conversation so far, but it had been quite a while since there had been a fresh face in Camelot, so she wasn’t sure whether that was counting in Yassia’s favour more than anything. She couldn’t deny she felt a slight admiration for the woman. Not many men could say they had crossed such distances on their own, let alone a woman. However, she still felt safer knowing that they were always in the hands of the knights of Camelot. Roslyn smiled to herself and nodded at Yassia’s remark about putting her experience to good use. She wondered if the woman would ever hold her throne again, as this clearly wasn’t a social visit as it would have been properly announced which told Roslyn that things weren’t going swimmingly in this woman’s homeland. It would be interesting to watch this woman’s progress over the next few weeks or so, or until she was given the request she had mentioned earlier in the conversation. Roslyn didn’t really have anything against the woman, but it was one thing to say how one would rule, but it was something quite different to rule. Though Roslyn had no experience of it, she knew very well that you could set out with good intentions and cause the complete opposite. Perhaps that was a lesson Yassia was yet to learn. “Would you rule by yourself, or with a husband?" Roslyn asked curiously, "I know different kingdoms have different traditions with such matters."
In a way, Roslyn was quite surprised at how blunt Yassia was when telling her about the nature of her appeal, and it confirmed her thoughts that things were not going her way at all in her kingdom. Then again, the fact that she was here in the first place told her just as much. The request sounded like quite a large one, she was essentially asking for their own knights to rush to a completely different kingdom to defend her birthright. Though she supposed the threat of the knights of the Camelot would probably cause some kingdoms to quake in their boots. She smiled at the thought. “How many men would you expect to get?” She asked softly, “Or more, how many would it take to help you win back your throne?” If all she needed was a name then she wouldn’t need any men, but of course things were never that easy; any fool in the foregate knew that.
Another surprise lay in the fact that Yassia’s tone remained quite neatral, even when she was telling her about the Lady Caitrin’s many virtues. She almost wanted to laugh when she said that the woman was under the wing of her Uncle; he should be keeping a better eye on his ward. Caitrin was a few years younger than Roslyn, and it showed. The fact she was Mercian only made the situation worse, Lord knows what they let them get up to in the north; she had never had good experiences of the Mercian’s, it had to be said. “A little strange, is a good way to put it.” Roslyn conceded with a grin, “Forgive me my Lady, I am never one to divulge in gossip, but Lady Caitrin is anything but subtle.” The woman was probably perfectly lovely, but Roslyn had no intention of finding out anytime soon. There were many names for the Mercian who was currently laughing with the knight that was sat by her, but Roslyn was too much of a Lady to repeat any of those to her guest. “When did she invite you to dine?” Roslyn then asked, looking to slightly change the topic from the irritating red head, “Her Uncle’s estate is truly a beautiful sight to behold, if you intend to ride out there.” It may seem a little hypocritical of Roslyn to be speaking of Lady Caitrin in an unsavoury light, and then going on about the state of her home, but everything Roslyn spoke was the truth; even if some of it was a little difficult to stomach. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Jul 25, 2012 15:07:46 GMT -5
Roslyn was getting incredibly sick of being disturbed, could this man not see that all she wanted was some peace and quiet? She had enough nobles sniffing round her heels at feasts and whatever social function she was made to attend, she didn’t need more running after her while she was trying to grab a few moments to herself. Roslyn had been put in front of men for as long as she could remember, and she had always been told to impress them. Roslyn had never really grasped how to do that, nor was she sure she wanted to. She had seen women charming men around the court, and it all irritated Roslyn no end. Surely a man should fall for a woman because of her attitude, and not because of what she could offer him at the end of the night? Jesu, the thought was enough to make her blush, not that she wasn’t capable of such things, but she didn’t need them to attract men, nor did she want to do all of that. She had morals and standards, unlike certain women at court. Perhaps she should send this man to that red haired idiot, they’d probably get along like a house on fire. Roslyn looked the man up and down, no doubt he thought he was the finest charmer that she had ever come up against. Well, she was in no mood to stroke his ego, not that he needed it enlarging, from what she had seen so far.
She cocked her head to the side a little, looking on at the man with a pained expression on her face. He clearly wasn’t taking the hint easily. Urgh, this was just annoying. All Roslyn wanted was a bit of solitude, was that too much to ask for? “Is irritation one of your powers? As you are excelling in that as well, my Lord.” Though her words were rude, her mannerisms were anything but. She had not raised her voice, nor her hand to this man; nor would she ever. Roslyn had far too much pride to let herself lose face in front of this man. He wasn’t worth it. She was a Lady of the court, and that was that.
He was being quite dramatic a little prematurely in their conversation wasn’t he? Roslyn doubted very much that she had even touched upon his heartstrings, let alone broken it completely. She smirked a little, unsure of what to reply with at first. There was no way that this conversation was going to lead anywhere. She just wanted to be left alone, though she was now thinking that there could be more imaginative ways of ridding herself of this man. “My own heart would be left unbroken.” She pointed out reasonably, “You would no doubt mend yours in a heartbeat my Lord. There are many pretty heads in Camelot.” It was a test of sorts, to see if he would just up and leave, or whether he would be persistent enough for her to have to change tact. Roslyn wasn’t used to men pestering her when she clearly didn’t want to be bothered, but she was not going to let this get to her in the slightest. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Jul 19, 2012 17:17:21 GMT -5
Roslyn was actually starting to enjoy her walk, it was a lot better than just lazing idly around her father’s home, waiting for something interesting to happen in her life. She was so sick of just sitting inside, and not really doing all that much with her life aside from panic that her father was going to sign her life away to some nobleman that she didn’t care for. It was a real fear, and one that Roslyn always had to live with. It wasn’t ideal, but it was her life. She would have to find someone suitable to marry soon, or her father would just drag her up the aisle.
Obviously this enjoyment wasn’t meant to last though. Someone was intent on ruining that enjoyment by imposing their presence upon her. She wasn’t in a particularly social mood, and couldn’t see why that was such a hard concept for everyone else to grasp. She wasn’t surprised when she discovered that the voice belonged to a young man. Roslyn rolled her eyes; it was always a man; always. Usually the men at court tried their luck with her, and when they found she was uninterested they cast their nets a little wider. Roslyn didn’t like to name names, but it was usually the same noblewoman that they all went to satisfy themselves with. That was probably an over-exaggeration, but Roslyn didn’t like the woman in question, so she was well justified to moan a little about her.
Roslyn resisted the urge to groan, the man hadn’t got the hint from her body expressions that she clearly just wanted to be left alone. Perhaps he just assumed that she was playing hard to get, and that she actually liked his obvious advances. However, he was completely wrong; she really did just want to be left alone, no matter how charming he thought he was. “Your powers of observation precede you, my Lord.” Roslyn said, more than a bit annoyed at how presumptuous this man was being. That was, if he could call himself a man yet. Looking upon him he seemed nothing more than a fresh faced boy; no doubt ready to take on any, and every challenge which came his way; including her, unfortunately. Roslyn couldn’t recollect having seen this man in court before, perhaps his family had only just unleashed him upon society. She smiled a little at the thought, but didn’t laugh; instead she turned the smile into a smirk, “And I aim to keep it that way, good day.” She curtseyed, rather hoping as she turned to leave that this would be the end of it. However, Roslyn had a horrible feeling that this was going to be anything but, and that she was in for a long afternoon. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Jul 19, 2012 16:57:26 GMT -5
 This was all incredibly unconventional, and Roslyn hadn’t decided whether she liked it or not yet. Of course she had loved being surprised by Iwan. What girl didn’t dream of having a knight in shining armour whisk them away? That was what she wanted of course, she wanted to be taken away from her life here, and into a more certain life with a husband. She fell in and out of favour with her father at every flicker of a mood swing, and she was tired of having the status of a bastard threatened against her. She pulled the shawl further around her, trying to banish the thought from her head. She knew her father wouldn’t ever name her as a bastard, but she would always know that. Roslyn wondered if Iwan would be below her window if he knew he was trying to charm the bastard daughter of a middling noble. Biting her lip, she assumed he wouldn’t, and so banished the thought from her head. She would never reveal it to anyone; she had no reason to. Revealing that part of her history could only ever count against her.
She felt herself smile as Iwan told her that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She just looked down at him, this incredibly strange, yet handsome and simply wonderful man. Who else would come to her home at this time of the night, without a plan, and just hope it all went alright? He was bumbling through the conversation, and she could only assume that was down to nerves. She wanted to relax, and just tell herself this was all fine, and that she could just enjoy this moment. It was hard to keep up her usual air of seriousness and irritation though in this moment. She was just happy, and it was because of Iwan.
Roslyn realised she had been quiet for far too long, and she had almost allowed herself to become completely lost in the moment. She still couldn’t quite believe that Iwan was here, trying to charm her. She hoped this wasn’t going to be an isolated incident, “I-I have been thinking about you as well.” She said, loud enough for him to hear, “A lot.” She quickly added; blushing through the night air. She ran a hand through her hair, “Do you want me to come down?” She asked brightly, sure she could manage to sneak through the house without being disturbed in the process. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Jul 13, 2012 9:37:56 GMT -5
Lady Roslyn Griffin was somewhat bored with her day so far. Nothing interesting ever seemed to cross her path, then again, the only interesting that Camelot had to offer at the moment was doom and gloom. If the city wasn’t under attack then someone had been kidnapped or the army were marching here, there and everywhere. Roslyn ran a hand through her hair and continued to walk around the market stall. She was wearing quite a tight fitted dress today with a long skirt which didn’t show off her figure too much. Roslyn didn’t want to attract the wrong sort of attention after all. Roslyn wasn’t even quite sure what she was looking for at the markets, she just knew she hadn’t found it yet. Sighing, she decided this was a pointless occupation of her time. She was getting much too flustered in the crowds of the markets, and she wasn’t really going to buy anything anyway. She therefore took her leave, and headed in the direction of the castle gardens.
The gardens were always beautiful, and were well kept. They were certainly a more worthy place of a walk than the hot, and sweaty marketplace. She had no idea what had possessed her to walk there in the first place. She only usually went there when she had a specific thing to buy, but she was well stocked up on supplies in terms of her dresses and suchlike, so she had no reason to be there in the first place. She clearly hadn’t been thinking. Roslyn began to walk slowly through the gardens and breathed out gently, enjoying the gentle calm in comparison with the hectic scene she had just been part of. This was much more suitable really. Roslyn did not want to return home for some time, her father had been in a rage when she had left this morning, and would probably remain so for some time.
Roslyn wondered whether anything of interest was actually going to occur today, though she would not object to just spending a slow afternoon out here walking. Many nobles did walk here, but today it was quite empty, and Roslyn almost felt like she was missing out on some event. She frowned, there was nothing happening in Camelot today, if there had been a joust or a fight then she would have been in attendance, but no. It was quite curious, as the weather was quite beautiful. She wondered how anyone could think to do anything but take a walk and enjoy the scenery. Roslyn sighed to herself, glad at least that she could enjoy the day, and the splendour of it all. So she just continued to walk; lost in her own thoughts. Tagged: Griff Aubert
Timeline: Series 2-3 Gap
Location: The gardens in Camelot
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Jul 9, 2012 14:56:18 GMT -5
Roslyn was still just staring down at Iwan in absolute wonder to what he was doing here. This was incredibly unconventional, and Iwan was all about conventions. He had been polite and acted like a gentleman to the point of irritation upon their first meeting. Now however he was sulking round in the middle of the night to serenade her? It made no sense to Roslyn, yet she couldn’t say that she was unhappy at him being here, though she was yet to decide whether she liked him being here at this time. She hoped at least that he wasn’t going to make a habit out of it; assuming he wanted to see her again anyway. She hugged her middle and continued to stare down at him, furrowing her brows. If her father caught Iwan out here then she would never let her see him again, or at least he would like to think that the case. Roslyn would defy her father in that respect of course.
Well at least he wasn’t drunk or something like that. He didn’t sound drunk at least; she doubted Iwan even knew how to get drunk. She rolled her eyes at him, “It is a fact which is quite hard to miss my Lord.” Roslyn pointed out. No one could fail to see that it was the middle of the night. It was actually quite a bit colder than Roslyn had anticipated at first, and she rubbed her arms softly. This was probably the oddest situation that she had ever been in before by a long shot. No man had ever been as bold as to come to her home in order to charm her, and Roslyn could not think that she had given Iwan any reason to call upon her. At least, no more reason than she had given any other man.
Now, no one had ever said such a thing to her, and she was quite taken aback. Roslyn just stared down at him, and pressed her lips together as he continued. At first she was quite shocked, she didn’t think she looked beautiful at all. She was in her chemise and shawl, and wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion. “I’m in my nightclothes.” She said in a rather confused voice and looked down at her apparel. If Roslyn didn’t know Iwan better she would question his motives as to calling upon her at this time of night. Well, if he expected anything like that then she knew of a certain noblewoman he would be better to direct his attentions upon. She just didn’t know what to think of this at all, “What have I done to deserve this affection, my Lord?” She was quite curious in general about this, and she was also wondering how conventional she could continue to be out here in the middle of the night. She was completely mad for doing this, as was he, it would appear. |
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Jul 5, 2012 16:30:35 GMT -5
Roslyn was glad at least that Iwan had taken her words the right way. Some men saw innuendos and double meanings in things that weren’t meant to be taken in such a way. Iwan however seemed to be quite proper, and things like that probably hadn’t entered his head. They shouldn’t really have been in Roslyn’s thoughts as well but she was too wise in the ways of the court to be ignorant of such things. She might be quite proper, but it didn’t mean that the other men at court were, and she would rather be used to their teases and innuendos than find herself embarrassed, or even at the centre of such foolery. With the introduction of these new knights such things were no longer a prestige to being a knight of Camelot, or at least that was what Roslyn felt. Now there were commoners allowed to mingle with the high aristocracy and she didn’t like it one bit. You were born in a singular status, and now that was being challenged. She couldn’t understand why; things were the way they were for a reason.
She couldn’t really think of what to say to him, so she just continued to smile, as that seemed like it was winding him up. She couldn’t understand why her smiling bothered him, as a knight he was probably used to female attention. All the knights always seemed to have women trailing after them, she could see why she supposed, and she did always have her eye out. She was a woman after all, and she did need a husband when she eventually found a man she found pleasing to her. A lot of the nobility in Camelot had allowed its standards to drop in the last few years and because of that the standards of eligible bachelors had dropped with it. She had not seen Sir Iwan much at court, and she had already decided she would be keeping an eye out for him.
For now she just accompanied Iwan on their hunt for bark, or something at least that the horse could rest on to prevent it to slipping further into the mud. She was quite shocked when he apologised, but she supposed that was him showing that he was actually chivalrous. “Apology accepted, my Lord.” She inclined her head towards him, as she had no real stomach to carry on this argument, and he was helping her get her horse out of the mud so she couldn’t complain too much. Now they just had to focus on actually getting said horse out of the mud sometime today. She was starting to feel a little cold with the drying mud on her skirts. This had been one of her favourite dresses, and now she ruined it. Fabulous. At his answer, she rolled her eyes to him and folded her arms. Well obviously they would be looking for wood near trees, was he taking pleasure in seeming so know it all? “I meant which trees in particular.” Her tone was cool and calm, not allowing herself to become too annoyed by Iwan, “I don’t appreciate your tone, my Lord.” She quipped, and instantly regretted it. She had still been trying to show herself as a proper noblewoman, but she was now slowly ruining that image. |
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