Dawn watching in horror as her young helper twirled like a hurricane around her chambers. Dawn had always been a lover of peace and quiet, she had always enjoyed her own company and while her initial reaction to having a lady had not been one of abject horror nor had she truly been enthusiastic.
Watching as Krista tore another book from the shelf, she watched as the young woman carelessly flicked though the pages before dumping it unceremoniously on the table. “I’m bored!” Krista complained, “Is there nothing to do around here?”
“You could help me with this sewing” Dawn offered. Continue reading
“Dawn, I want you to meet someone” Danson called as he saw his wife skirting past his room.
Hearing her soft footfall’s stop and then restart, she appeared back in the door way. “You called for me, my lord?”
“Yes Dawn, I would like you to meet, Krista she’s a the granddaughter of Orrick Vaux. Do you know her” Continue reading
Dawn fidgeted with her gown, most of the time she found married life incredibly dull. There was nothing to do in the barracks, no-one to talk to, no-one to keep her company save for a brief period in the in morning and then again at night when the maid came to help dress her.
Today had been no different, but at least her husband was home giving her a few hours company in the evening. Most days he was either out on patrol or up at Silverhand Castle, especially now that Daniel had deemed if fitting to forgive Danson for marrying her. Continue reading
“Dawn darling, are you aright?” Danson asked concerned that if young woman paced up and down the room one more time, she would cut a deep groove in the floor boards.
They had been married several months but he still didn’t really know her, she was a quiet and withdrawn young woman, appealing and eager to please but she she kept a wall around her impenetrable and unyielding which no-one not even her young brother could penetrate. Continue reading
“Do we really have to do this?” Danson sighed having listened to Daniel rant at him for the last half hour. “We both know your disapproval is barely skin deep and Gabriel is not here to witness it”
“How dare you” Daniel growled, “Do not presume to know me”
Danson remained quiet, Daniel was struggling enough. Continue reading
Danson sighed as the door clicked behind him. It was been a simple ceremony and poor Lady Dawn who hadn’t expected any of it had been whisked into the small chapel without even enough warning to change her clothes.
“I don’t suppose that was the ceremony you had envisioned” he smiled at her.
She didn’t answer but only turned to face him and managed a weak smile. She was clearly very overwhelmed. Continue reading
Ailana swayed a little. It was true that perhaps she’d drunk a little more mead than was ladylike… infact judging by Dawn she had also drunk a little more mead than was ladylike.
What had started as an innocent attempt to get to know each other had somewhat resulted in a couple of young women trying to drown their fear and uncertainty about the future in a jug of mead.
It had all started here, in this castle Ailana decided the big fat mess that was her life. Continue reading