~~~RHIANNON~~~
Rhia swept into a curtsy, managing to do so with a child in her arms, albeit with less grace than she would have been able to muster had she not been holding Morgan. “Ada, it gladdens me to see you looking well.” She came out of her curtsy and a warm smile had long since settled itself upon her features. Rhia kept well to her courtly manners. The only indications of familiarity she allowed herself were her smiles and calling Adelaide by a shortened version of her name. Her niece had, after all, referred to her as Rhia instead of Rhiannon, and she was pleased by that.
“How fare your brother and Lord Father?” She asked out of legitimate concern. She was not quite sure who she was more inwardly worried about. All of them, actually. All three. Rhia had always been in possession of a deep mothering streak and the need to take care of those close to her. She made up her mind right then and there that she would not be leaving court until she was sure that they were all doing well.
Both she and the King had recently lost a spouse. He, his wife and her dearest sister, and she, her husband of ten years. Morgana’s death had shaken her very much and she did not even want to begin to imagine how it had impacted her late sister’s children and husband.
“We would have come down to King’s Landing in the prior months.” She said, momentarily glancing over at her shoulder at the other members of her family. Mordred was busy speaking with the Dornish guard, who looked rather taken aback at whatever it was her son had been saying to him. Damon was standing not too far from them and Lyssa had just finished being helped out of the carriage and was arranging her skirts and smiling brightly and demurely at just about everything.
Rhia’s smile widened at the sight of her rosy-cheeked step-daughter. The first Lady Bennett (the one who had birthed both Damon and Lyssa) had died giving birth to her second child. Rhia had been taken into their lives when she had been fifteen and had taken on the role of Lyssa’s mother since that day; mothering had always been something she had excelled at.
Rhia turned her head back to look at Adelaide. “Would you like to be acquainted with your newest cousin?” She asked her and gently shifted Morgan in her arms so as to make him easier to hand over, just in case Adelaide would wish to hold him. “This is Morgan.” Named in honor of her late sister.
Rhia swept into a curtsy, managing to do so with a child in her arms, albeit with less grace than she would have been able to muster had she not been holding Morgan. “Ada, it gladdens me to see you looking well.” She came out of her curtsy and a warm smile had long since settled itself upon her features. Rhia kept well to her courtly manners. The only indications of familiarity she allowed herself were her smiles and calling Adelaide by a shortened version of her name. Her niece had, after all, referred to her as Rhia instead of Rhiannon, and she was pleased by that.
“How fare your brother and Lord Father?” She asked out of legitimate concern. She was not quite sure who she was more inwardly worried about. All of them, actually. All three. Rhia had always been in possession of a deep mothering streak and the need to take care of those close to her. She made up her mind right then and there that she would not be leaving court until she was sure that they were all doing well.
Both she and the King had recently lost a spouse. He, his wife and her dearest sister, and she, her husband of ten years. Morgana’s death had shaken her very much and she did not even want to begin to imagine how it had impacted her late sister’s children and husband.
“We would have come down to King’s Landing in the prior months.” She said, momentarily glancing over at her shoulder at the other members of her family. Mordred was busy speaking with the Dornish guard, who looked rather taken aback at whatever it was her son had been saying to him. Damon was standing not too far from them and Lyssa had just finished being helped out of the carriage and was arranging her skirts and smiling brightly and demurely at just about everything.
Rhia’s smile widened at the sight of her rosy-cheeked step-daughter. The first Lady Bennett (the one who had birthed both Damon and Lyssa) had died giving birth to her second child. Rhia had been taken into their lives when she had been fifteen and had taken on the role of Lyssa’s mother since that day; mothering had always been something she had excelled at.
Rhia turned her head back to look at Adelaide. “Would you like to be acquainted with your newest cousin?” She asked her and gently shifted Morgan in her arms so as to make him easier to hand over, just in case Adelaide would wish to hold him. “This is Morgan.” Named in honor of her late sister.