Snippet #1466900

Birgitte sighed as her eldest daughter took down a rabbit she had spotted and wondered if that would be another dress she would have to replace. It was not that she did not take pride in her daughter's skill with a bow. Far from it as she felt immense pride at just how skilled Leiliana had become, many could not best her now in contest. She just wished her daughter would show a little more interest in her feminine side and learn to like being a woman but she despaired of it ever happening. Leiliana was Leiliana and she would most likely always be so, Birgitte had learned to accept the differing traits in all her children though sometimes they did vex her. Like just then when Leiliana was asking her if she could gut the rabbit knowing full well that Birgitte would rather she did not.

"Leiliana I will not have you ruining that dress before we reach our destination. We are due to arrive there shortly so I am afraid that rabbit will have to remain with its skin intact. I will not have my daughter looking like she has crawled through a slaughterhouse when meeting the King."Birgitte said firmly but softened the sharp tone with a smile. "I am sure there will be plenty of time for hunting and the like once we reach King's Landing."

She turned to her younger daughter knowing full well the look that Leiliana was very likely directing her way at that very moment, no doubt the girl would find a way of doing exactly what displeased her mother. Often she would return from some outing or another with her dress in tatters knowing full well that her mother would be most irritated with her. Sometimes Birgitte wondered if it would have been easier if she had birthed only boys.

"I do not think it will be quite that bad, Isabel though I do agree that it will not be easy. But you are a strong, intelligent woman and I think the Damien's won't know what has hit them!" Birgitte said smiling.

Out of the corner of her she saw her eldest son Richard riding past and waved at him as he headed up to the head of the column. He looked a little bored and Birgitte felt for him as she understood just how chafing a journey like this could be. She was a woman of action herself and was unused to such prolonged bouts of inactivity. There was always tasks to be done when running a household and it felt odd that she was not about those tasks. But as she saw the outlines of buildings in the distance she sighed in relief knowing that they had almost reached their destination.