Lady Gweneth Fitzgerald
Blue eyes parted as golden sunlight filtered through the gap in the heavy fabric drapes of her room; a loud yawn parted from the woman’s lips, after a unsettled nights sleep it pained Gweneth Fitzgerald that the morning came so quickly. Sitting up in the middle of the plush mattress, covers pooled at her waist as hair as golden as the sun and soft as freshly spun silk fell from its braid, helped from the sleepy Gwen as her slender fingers ran through the tresses. With a heavy sigh and a final yawn, she stretched her legs over the edge of the bed, slipping her feet into the slippers her maid had left out, calling out for her as she stood up walking to window, glancing out at what whether the gods had bestowed onto them today.
A thin smile, slipped upon her pink lips. The sun was already high in the sky, shinning down on the kingdom of Abhainn with all its might; the sky was blue as the ocean, a blessed sight for a woman brought up around water. When away from Beaumont Quay, Gwen found herself missing it dearly, the pristine waters of the harbour, the tall ships all docked neatly in rows, the goods from different far off lands; the thought caused her smile to widen. The Lady of Beaumont Quay missed her home it was true, however being at the palace was the next best thing as she got to be close to Charles; his name brought a blush to her cheeks. Gwen had never been one to stick to the boundaries of the silly conformities women had, but, when she thought about her dear King, the flutter in her stomach made her feel as silly as the rest. A dark cloud on the horizon caught her attention, forcing a frown onto her face, a subtle reminder that the day was far from perfect; today Abhainn welcomed their new Queen. Gwen had never met the Princess but she already despised her, she would be Charles wife, bare his children, rule by his side, love him…do everything she was suppose to do!
“Good morning milady” Her maid curtseyed politely upon entering her rooms.
Gwen’s face was thunderous “Where were you!?” she demanded in a harsh snarl. Seeing the girl flinch her expression softened “apologies just help me get ready to greet the King.”
The girl nodded in a hurry, turning to the heavy chest in the corner, the girl lifted the heavy oak top and began rummaging for her garments. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, Gwen watched the girl gather up everything she would need to make her look presentable “What’s your name?” she asked her tone softer still.
“It’s Bess milady” The freckle faced girl said over her shoulder with a small smile. Gwen nodded, returning her small smile, “Which dress would you like to wear milady?”
Thinking about it for a moment, the blonde quickly decided “The gold and red, I think.” Once dressed, Bess ran a comb through her blonde waves, ridding it of all knots, leaving it loose, Gwen thanked Bess quickly before leaving the room.
Despite not having been to the palace in a few years, Gwen could still remember her way to the Kings chambers. Her heels clicked against the stoned floors as people greeted her in her wake; she smiled politely at them, moving quickly as to avoid any conversation. Her heart quickened as she approached his guarded room, the guards acknowledged her with a quick nod, she needed no introductions; she and the King had been good friends for many years. Upon entering the Kings chambers she heard small chatter and laughter coming from his bed chambers, creeping over, she smiled at the scene before her. Charles and his young son Liam chatting gaily, clasping her hands in front of her, she waited, listening. “I hope she’s pretty…Now go Finnish getting dressed. She’ll be here soon.”Frowning slightly at the topic, she quickly struck the thought from sight and waited for a pause in their conversation before opening her mouth to speak “I pray I’m not interrupting anything?” she asked smiling at them both.