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Lady Gweneth Fitzgerald

"Alas, I am no ordinary woman, yet surely one should know this by now?"

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a character in “An Age Old Feud”, as played by Calvazara

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Lady Gweneth Fitzgerald




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Face Claim: Charlize Theron

Title/Rank: Lady of Beaumont Quay: She inherited the title from her mother upon her deathbed and due to her father refusing to remarry, the title has remained with her.

Kingdom: Abhainn

Full Name: Gweneth Jane Fitzgerald; Lady of Beaumont Quay.

Age: Twenty one.

Gender: Female


Appearance: Gweneth is a relatively tall, slender woman, standing 5ft 7 and weighing a light 110lbs. With most of her height is made up from her exceptional, long legs that seemingly go on forever, she is somewhat lacking in muscle and so is not all that physically strong, however her structure has made her very agile and fast. It is no secret that she is an extremely beautiful woman with an elegant yet sexual aura that surrounds her. Her long very light blonde hair almost reaches her waist in soft waves, a creamy pristine complexion, high and prominent cheek bones and large blue eyes framed with thick black lashes and her full cupid bow lips have warranted her much attention over the years and has given her many admirers.

Gwen does like to take pride in her appearance and can become somewhat of a perfectionist when it comes to her looks, some may call her vain but she just likes to look nice and will never leave looking anything less than immaculate, yet she doesn't let this 'slight' vanity define her, for there is a lot more to her than just her beauty a fact that many people often forget. Gwen undoubtedly has an air of grace that surrounds her in the way she presents herself and with the elegant way she moves, things she had learned from being raised a true lady.


Personality:

Strong willed and Opinionated: From a very early age Gweneth has been very strong willed, as a child she was difficult, stubborn and very rarely did as she was told; traits she has carried on into adulthood. Not one to stick to the rules, she often cheats to win at something or lies to achieve something, although you wouldn’t know as she is very good at it. She knows what she wants in life and is willing to do anything to achieve it, people seldom say no to her and when they do she has her ways of winning them over. She is not one who bows to the social norms for women, as she believes them equal to men, making her a person not easy to control or push around. There are no false pretences with the young woman, if she doesn’t like something then she will state this, regardless the company. Gweneth is also a very opinionated lady and she will voice her opinions whether you want to hear them or not.

Passionate:Gweneth is a very passionate woman, if she believes in something then she will go for it 100% committing body and soul, she will never give up, which could be a good or bad trait. When in love, she will love like there is not tomorrow, she will be loyal, generous and caring; however this also makes her very protective of the things she loves and dangerous to the things that threaten them. She is quite often blinded by love, take the king for example, she believes she loves him deeply and is therefore blinded to all other admirers, people who could quite possibly love her with the same ferocity.

Low-Tolerance: One of the Lady’s worst qualities would be her low-tolerance and fiery temper. She has no time for fools or women with no ambitions, she believes them to be weak and spineless, qualities which cause women to be taken for granted. And this can often lead her to make rash decisions, some which she can come to regret later on.

Warm hearted: Despite some bad qualities, her redeeming one is that she is a generally warm hearted person, sure she is quick to anger, potentially too headstrong for her own good, but she does not live her life without great remorse for some of thing she has done, or finds herself wishing she could be a better person. She is caring and loyal to her family and friends, along with those less fortunate, she often gives out food and coin to those in need in her village. With all her bravado Gwen could never really cause any real harm to anyone, she is essentially ‘all talk.’

Likes:
-Horse Riding
-Reading
-Laughing
-Flowers
-Jewels
-Spending time with her King
-Festivities
-Dancing
-Wine
-Family
-Loyalty
-Cooks Berry pie
-Exotic Fruits
-Different Cultures
-Summer
-Snow
-Stars
-Music
-Children

Dislikes:
-Thunder
-Feeling helpless
-Silly women
-Court (at times)
-Treachery
-Greed
-Violence
-Pork
-Prospect of war
-The woman who is too marry King Charles
-Sewing
-Embroidery


Love Interest: Georgiana is in love with the King, she see’s him as a god, untouchable sat high up on his throne, destined to serve and protect the realm until death releases him.


History: Born to Silas Fitzgerald Duke of Beaumont Quay and Lady Rose twenty summers ago, Georgiana has lived a very privileged life. Along with her siblings, they relished in their fathers wealth from the bustling trading harbour which her father owns. Originally there were six Fitzgerald siblings; Aisling, the eldest died on the birthing bed, ten minutes after she bore her husband an heir. Conán came next, their father’s heir, strong and arrogant he hasn’t changed much. Next was Gweneth herself. Followed closely by twin brothers, Grady and Hagan, both would not live to see their tenth year. Finally another daughter was born, Moira, she sadly passed aged two from the fever that swept across the land.

Despite the deaths of her siblings Gweneth did have a good childhood, she was taught to horse ride by Conán and he even taught her a little sword play. Their mother put an immediate stop to this when she found out, fearing she would be scarred for life and no one would want to marry her; of course this didn’t actually stop them playing, they just kept out of her sight. Gweneth had very little tolerance for her mother and older sister, she thought them silly that all they did was sit around and embroidered and she didn’t understand her mothers reasoning about it being her ‘duty.’ Gwen spent a lot of time with her father, watching him as he went over his books, silently learning, hoping one day she could take over ‘The Beaumont Trading Company.’ Although she soon was to discover this wasn’t to be, her mother told her plainly enough “Child you are a woman, not a man. Listen to me carefully; you shall never take over your father’s role, which is for Conán, not you. You will be married to a man me and your father see’s fit and you will. You are a Lady of Beaumont Quay and its high time you start behaving like one!”

The words stung, but Gwen never believed that she was destined to be just a wife and bare children, she was made for something, and she just knew it. When the fever came, Moira was the first to be taken, her mother was distraught and soon fell ill herself, she died two weeks later but for some reason Gwen couldn’t cry, she was devastated as she did love her mother dearly but she couldn’t bring herself to cry over her death. The twins followed their mother into the afterlife and that sent their father over the edge, he sent Aisling, Conan and Gwen to court and did not allow them to return until every trace of the fever had left Beaumont Quay, he couldn’t bare to loose anyone else. After Silas was a mere shell of his former self, he could barely keep up with the business and so Gwen took it upon herself to take over, seeing as Aisling had married and moved with her husband and Conan, well he shared no interest in the Company. After Aisling died birthing Noah, Gwen had to take over more control, it was hard to see Silas cave in on himself, he had always been such a strong man. Gwen took it upon herself to care for her Nephew and he splits his time between Beaumont and his fathers estate not far away. Since Noah started to come, Gwen was happy to see a perk in Silas and he is slowly but surely beginning to move on.



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Lady Gweneth Fitzgerald's Story

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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.

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As they walked from the carriage Ladislaus held his arm out for his sister, as is only customary for a gentleman to do so. He didn’t want to admit he was impressed with The Castle so far, he heard his sister’s reaction and he simply replied. “Oh how very modest of them” he spoke in a sarcastic tongue. Wail he was in denial of how impressive it was Matilda’s eyes hadn’t closed since they left the carriage.

“It’s so pretty!” she exclaimed.

Ladislaus grumbled, “Yes, pretty” he grunted not at all happy with using the praise.
The same spiny little man from before offered to escort them to the throne room, which was a tedious trip but at last the made their way and of course The Peacock was sitting proudly on his throne. How anticlimactic he had half expected his longtime foe to sit upon a mountain of those he had slain, but then again no one is ever as we first preserve.

“King Charles, pleasant to at last meet such a great man.” The words felt like daggers in his thought as he tried to regain some form of elegant. “May I present my sister, Princess Annelise”

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Ladislaus realized now that his actions could be deemed rude, he would have to make sure to correct himself as to not do so in the future. It had been a long journey after all and Ladislaus was quite tired, not to mention he hadn’t been in the company of a woman in twenty-four hours. I must be going into withdraw he thought as his eyes wandered to the woman across the room. Very pretty indeed, maybe Abhainn’s women aren’t vile ogres after all

“Yes it was so” He replied to King Charles’ statement. “And I am very tired, please pardon my rudeness we have been on the road all day, and I did not sleep much.” His gave peered at Matilda for a moment who every two miles would ask him if they were there yet.

What he really needed was his Clementine in his arms, and normally she would accompany him, if she was not on bed rest expecting his child. Yes, he was to become a father again but this time would not be there for the blessed hour. Instead he has instructed his mistress to write to him every day on her condition.

He noticed a look in his sister’s eyes, one that he seemed to find in many young ladies of court. She fancied him at the very least, surely it wasn’t love! Love was hardly a reason to merry anyone.

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Eyes were momentarily torn away from the King as a little voice caught Gwen's attention "Good Morning Lady Gwen..." Liam's little but powerful voice echoed around the room, mimicking his fathers, causing Gwen to smile at the boy fondly "Good morning to you too my Prince" she spoke also offering him a swift courtesy. "It's a lovely morning isn't it? If you will excuse me, I have to put clothes on. Good Morning!" He spoke quickly before darting from the room, Gwen watched after him with a small laugh and shake of her head "your son get more like you each time I see him."

Turning back to face Charles, she was momentarily breathless at the sight of him in his beautiful crown, never had she seen a man look so powerful. As he strode over, taking his hands in hers, her rate quickened 'legs don't fail me now.'

"Good morning, m'Lady...I trust you slept well?"

Smiling the blonde nodded "very much so" a frown momentarily faltered across her reddened lips as he let go of her hand, but was quickly replaced "it is very good to see you again Charles."

As if on queue a small man entered the room, bowing grandly before their King "The King and Princees 'ave arrived" he stated. Gwen's blood ran cool and the smile once again fell from her face, she couldn't hide her disdain, not when it was so strong, she knew this was the beginning of the end for them but still she wouldn't go down without a fight. "Come along, then. I'm sure you'll want to meet Sliabh's royals also." Charles voiced beckoned her from thought, I think you'll find I have no desire too, however not want to upset the King, she simply nodded and followed in pursuit.

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Gwen stood behind Charles throne to the left, hands clasped firmly in front of her, blue eyes widened, her expression was unreadable. Their was silence in the throne room in the moments leading up the King and Princesses entrance, an uncomfortable silence, she cast her eyes down ward to see the King fidgeting in his seat, her lips pressed into a thin line. Hearing the heavy doors open, her eyes quickly flicked forward, inhaling a sharp breath as she watched the Silabh's royals walk towards them.

Despite the feeling that her heart was breaking into tiny pieces as the pretty girl from Silabh walked towards her future husband, Gwen stood tall and proud, like a beautiful statue, unable to read save for the hurt and anger in her large blue eyes. She watched as they exchanged pleasantries, the two Kings eyeing the other one suspiciously. Gwen caught how the Princess would look behind Charles towards her ever-so-often and other than a small nod she returned no friendly gesture, after all she wasn't one to play on false pretences.

When Charles looked back at her however, she offered him a small smile and waited patiently for him to introduce her, She was sure the pretty Princess was dying to know just what relationship she shared with the her future husband.

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Ladislaus’ thought pattern suddenly shifted as some perfectly sinful thoughts ran rapid though his head. He nearly forgot where he was for a moment, “Yes, um right yes” he muttered trying to make it sound like he had been paying attention. When King Charles mentioned a party his eyes widened,

“Oh I do love a good party.” Was that ever try Ladislaus was known throughout his realm for always hosting some kind of celebration no matter how small the event was. “But I warn you I have yet to come through a party were a woman’s garments did no fall to her knees.” He laughed as if it were a joke, for he loved seeing his noblewomen dressed in gowns that reveled more of their natural form, rather than conformed in a corset.

The women of his court wear gowns that are a little bit better than a nightgown and more frequent then not the pin holding the gown over their bodies’ snaps and falls to their feet.

Again he fell prey to his day dreams, and again missed a vital part of the conversation as King Charles introduced the young lady behind him. Luckily he managed to hear her name to be Lady Gweneth. His sister responded with much haste and he feared he would be found rude again if he did not complement the young noble.

“I did not think I would see such a pretty woman out of Sliabh.” He claimed not meaning much disrespect.

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Annelise smiled and nodded, "Yes please, my king." She chirped gladly, following close behind Charles.

"I had my servants set up a guest room since I'm assuming you would much rather wait until we are wed to share a room." She nodded in response, "Of course.." She murmured, smiling back at Ladislaus and Gweneth, although she hoped they wouldn't follow. She wanted some time to spend with her future husband after all

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"I do apologize for not having done so earlier. King Ladislaus, Princess Annelise...this is Lady Gweneth; a close friend of mine." Gweneth immediately snapped out of her daze upon hearing her name, looking towards the threesome in the middle of the room she noted Charles smiling at her motioning for her to approach. Gliding gracefully across the hard oak floor, stopping in front of the foreign royals, she curtseyed respectfully as she was taught to do for any member of royalty, despite their country.

"Hello Lady Gweneth.." Acknowledging the young Princess with a small, incredibly forced smile "Princess" her smooth voice drawled "Welcome to Albhainn."

Ladislaus voice finally broke the tension between the two women “I did not think I would see such a pretty woman out of Sliabh.” Although she could have taken the Kings statement either way, Gwen offered a small smile "Thank you sire. I pray you find more things of beauty whilst your in Albhainn as I have yet too see a prettier place." The blonde retorted defending her home with words.

As Charles announced he was too show Annelise her quarters, Gwen's hopes fell, yet quickly rose as he asked her to accompany them "No, you two go on ahead, I shall see you later, if it pleases you?" Watching the soon to be newly-weds leave, Gwen's heart filled with emotion, pain, mostly. A little anger, at herself for not acting on her feelings sooner, at Annelise for having the privilege of becoming Charles wife, at Charles for accepting the treaty conditions.

Shaking thoughts from mind, Gwen turned to Ladislaus "How long do you plan on staying with us sire?"

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Ladislaus didn’t follow them; knowing he was the last one they wanted around as they got to know each other. A part of him felt insulted, for some reason wail the other more dominant half simple brushed it off. It was then his attention was brought back to The Lady Gweneth, with her delicate figure and and attractive appearance.
“I will stay as long as I am welcome” he said gently, in recognition of her question. “But I fear that may be shorter then I would prefer.”

He felt a strange feeling of unwanted ness at play, he didn’t want to stay here any longer then he needed to it was too depressing anyway. After all he was losing a sister after all, and even though they were never close it was still a scary thought, when thy enemy is evolved.

“Would your ladyship mind, showing me this beauty you mentioned before. I fear I would be lost without a proper guild.” His smile winced gently, as he looked at her imagining what she may look like if her gown fell to her knees right now. “No harm in it, I assure you.” He added.

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Suspicion was in Gwen's nature, growing up in an era where war was on your very doorstep, you wouldn't expect anything less. “I will stay as long as I am welcome...But I fear that may be shorter then I would prefer.” Gwen nodded offering a small smile although she highly doubted the truth in his words and she would hardly disagree.

Gwen could feel Ladislaus eyes run over her frame and if Gwen had been a weak woman she would have blushed and perhaps turn away with shame, instead Gwen straightened and let him have his little fun. That was the problem with men, they thought much with their downstairs brain, it was a wonder how they achieved anything in life. “Would your ladyship mind, showing me this beauty you mentioned before. I fear I would be lost without a proper guild.” Ladislaus asked. Gwen thought about it for a moment "very well, would you like to go for a ride and explore the countryside, I assure you it is most beautiful?"

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“That sounds perfect” He Ladislaus said with a slight smile. “Fresh air should do me some good, but no carriage” he laughed. “I think I’ve spent enough time in one for the day.” He felt a gentle tug at his robes just then as Matilda gently begged for attention.
“Father?” she asked gently, “Can I play?” she asked wanting to explore this new place.
Ladislaus turned to his daughter and knelt down, “yes my dear you may play.” He said as she hugged him tightly, he whispered to her. “But be careful of the knights.” Matilda ran off outside on her own with a large smile on her face.

Ladislaus turned back to Gwendeth and offered his arm to her, remembering his manors. “Shall we?” he asked.

This woman was strange different even, in the best sense of the word of course. She didn’t seem fazed at his glances when most women would blush, most peculiar.

“So how long exactly have you known King Charles?” he asked.

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Ladislaus smiled gently as they walked out of the throne room, what more could he ask for right now? He had a beautiful guild in a strange place, a daughter who knew how to play by herself; yes everything seemed to be going grand for him at the moment. That is until he saw Josslyn standing in the entrance way. He had hoped his Queen would for once do as he asked and stay in Sliabh, after all the treaty wasn’t active yet and anything could happen to the woman.

“Josslyn?” he questioned not bothering to use her full title on his own wife. “What are you doing here?” He said then quickly remembered himself, and introduced Lady Gweneth.

“Lady Gweneth, may I introduce my wife Queen Josslyn.” He said wife with a small grunt like smile on his face. “Josslyn, this is Lady Gweneth Fitzgerald.”

“Now the question stands, why have you come here?” He asked his face still dumbfounded, at the thought that she rode all the way from Sliabh, with only her handmaiden as protection. A Bandit could have easily snatched them of the road, not that Ladislaus cared much for his wife, but still he had to hold some loyalty to her.

“Please tell me you at least have the company of Judith with you?” he asked referring to the captain of the guard who he hoped would materialize with his wife.

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Ladislaus looked upong his wife's face as she spoke, he certainly did remember the conversation they had had before leaving Sliabh but he would hardly call the argument a civil conversation between man and wife. (Or perhapes that is the best way to put such a delicate topic.) As he recalls he had sugested to his queen she remain in Sliabh untill he sent for her, when they had a more sound date for the wedding. Of course he knew better then to asume Josslyn wouldn't follow them here, I wounder is she is upset we left without her he poundered as he suddenly realized Lady Gweneth's hand was no longer clutched to his arms.

"Well my dear" he said with a great strain on the word 'dear', "Lady Gweneth was just about to show me the ground, I trust you are far too tired from your journey to acompany us?"

He half hoped his wife was able to accompany them, for her still wasn't entirely sure this peace treaty would last for long and King Charles was just looking for the ideal time to stick a knife down his thorugh.

"I do know how much you enjoy ridding." he added, that was about the vast of his knowledge about his wife, but it was enough for any man he suposed.

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Josslyn knew they had differences, she knew that she could never love him and vice versa but must he really be so unprofessional and show that? He could at least be a bit more civil when speaking to her with outside company. Even Lady Gweneth was more polite than her husband. Regardless, she kept a neutral smile on her lips and nodded respectfully at the Lady, showing she acknowledged her.

Her dear husband was now inquiring if she intended to accompany them on a horse ride. She hadn't been on a ride for a while and in all honesty she missed the freedom and the naturalness that is the wild. Josslyn would never miss an opportunity such as that, especially after being cooped up in the jerky carriage.

"I would love to accompany both you and Lady Gweneth, that is of course that the Lady doesn't mind?" As Queen she had every right to come along, regardless of what the Lady wanted or not, but it seemed that she was a woman of influence and getting on her good side seemed like the right idea.

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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!))