Lady Gweneth Fitzgerald
Gwen nodded to Ladislaus request not for a carriage "very well, it is best to explore the country on horseback anyhow" she spoke with a slight happiness, riding was one of Gwen's passions, she had been a keep horsewoman since an early age and jumped at any opportunity to take her mare 'Whisper' out.
A small voice finally caught Gwen's attention, looking down to the Kings side she noted a young child, then it dawned on her, it was his daughter. The blonde watched the scene with interest, the child was obviously illegitimate, if the Queen had given birth to an heir, Albhainn would most definitely of heard about it. The child must have held a special claim in Ladislaus heart for him to acknowledge her as his own, judging by his reputation she doubted this was the first child he fathered. Gwen found herself smiling down at the scene, it reminded her of Charles and Liam together and Gwen, despite her slightly hardened heart had a soft spot for dutiful fathers, she prayed one day her children, if the gods granted her children, would be loved by an honourable ad dutiful father. Soon the little girl ran off and Gwen turned her head back to the king "you have a beautiful child sire, she is a credit to you."
The blonde took the kings arm as he offered it and they began their walk from the throne room “So how long exactly have you known King Charles?” The question took her by surprise, gazing at him suspiciously she hesitated before answering, why was he so interested in her relationship with Charles? Breaking her silence Gwen let out a small sigh "my father sent me and my brother to the palace after the fever ravished Beaumont Quay, taking my mothers life along with three of my sibling" Gwen explained steadily, she would not show her weakness in front of the enemy.
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Sir Conán Fitzgerald
"My, my, my, Sir Fitzgerald. What an astonishing sight to behold my liegeman awake in arms, not washed up dry in in 't alley of a tavern." had been teaching a defensive block when a familiar, annoying voice resounded across the field "My, my, my, Sir Fitzgerald. What an astonishing sight to behold my liegeman awake in arms, not washed up dry in in 't alley of a tavern." Conán smirked at his words as he continued his training with the new recruit, surly Guy should have learnt by now that small digs at his expense weren't something he took seriously.
"Yesternight a man inquired about thee. I replied, yes I know a gentleman your referring to. I saw him just yesterday, and there he was gambling, there he was totally wasted, fighting with somebody about a jousting match, or, perchance, I saw him enter a house of ill-repute. Thou call thyself a true Knight of Abhainn?" That comment caused the Knight to laugh loudly and finally turn to acknowledge Sir Guy Kirkshaw "I see all work and no play has made Sir Kirkshaw very bad at conducting insults" Conán replied returning his sword to its scabbard and turned to the man he was training with "go practise" he ordered.
"And as for your question honourable Sir Kirkshaw...Yes I do consider myself a true Knight of Abhainn as I have proven it on the battlefield, time and time again. So boy...Next time you speak ill of me, remember one is not considered a true Knight for the morals you live by, for every man believes theirs are the ones others should adhere. Being a knight is about serving your King and country, laying down your life if need be, sacrificing yourself so that your kinsmen may live." Conán stated, nudging Guy back, his lips in a tight line, his eyes narrowed with emotions, before his mood lightened and a small smirk appeared on his lips.
"So forgive me Sir Kirkshaw, but being a Knight will most likely take my life so I am going to enjoy the time I have left."