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Ladislaus looked from Josslyn to Gweneth silently hoping, nay begging that the lady would refuse his wife’s company. He knew it wasn’t proper to do so, but one cannot hide their true wishes too well in this world. However it would seem her ladyship did not reject his queen, the noble choice by far and an elegant execution to boot. It was an excellent quality in a woman he had to admit, and one that he respected a woman for, and yet the thought of not being able to flirt with such a delicate young creature made the smile he held so perfecting transform into a frown.

“Well then let’s not waste any time!” he exclaimed and offered his arm to Lady Gweneth once more, then remembering his wife extended his left arm to her without thinking of any social educate. The thought of two women despite his feelings of the one, on either of his arms put a smile on his face.

Matilda sat in the courtyard with daisies in her hair and lilies in her hands. She was making a flower wreath for her father. She loved her father dearly, yet she was still too young to understand the circumstances of her birth. From the day she could talk she referred to The Queen as mother, even if she was later scolded for it afterword’s. She was only six after all; she didn’t understand the concept of “bustards” yet along were babies come from. She still had the fantasy of a stork brining babies to their parents as infants. One day, she thinks she will be Queen of Sliabh, but the very definition of a “Queen” is ageist her on that.

((Medieval Definition of Queen: The wife of a King.))

((OOC: Just so you know I’m going to be away for a few days, coming back Tuesday!))