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Lyra Greenleaf · 06-28-2003, 05:14 AM

Morwen grimaced, sighed and knocked perfunctorily on the Queen's door. Without waiting for any reply she pushed the door open. The Queen was sitting by the fire, her face a picture of desolation. She was surrounded, as usual, by what seemed like hundreds of cats. As Morwen came in, some came and sniffed around her feet. Sometimes it was hard to shake the feeling that they were communicating, that they knew her distress and were playing with her, that they... No! she told herself firmly. That is the way to end up like the Queen. They are mangy, stinking, stupid animals. Nothing else.

Wrinkling her nose Morwen looked up at Queeen Beruthiel.
"It is time to dress" she said coldly, doing her best to ignore the faint stroking feelings on her ankles from a cat's tail or even- Eru forbid- a nose. I will not flinch. I will not flinch she told herself over and over, each time she came into the Queen's chamber. Irrational it might be but she would NOT let those animals win.

The Queen looked up slowly. She raised her hand as if to tell Morwen to leave. Morwen pursed her lips.
"You must your majesty. It is important and you have missed far too many dinners."
And whatever they may say about you no-one will say I have negleted my duties, she added silently.
"You are going have your nephew coming to stay soon I understand, majesty? A lovely boy, I have heard. King Tarannon's heir, isn't he?"
Behind Beruthiel Morwen smiled exultantly. Yes, he would be heir in place of this woman's children.

Beruthiel gave in and Morwen began to bustle around the room. We must make you, if not beautiful for I think you are a little passed that, then presentable for your King. Your king, who should never have been yours. Tarannon deserved better than a mad woman- a mad woman who can't even do her first duty and provide an heir. Morwen sighed deeply. Duty again. It seemed no-ne but her gave a thought to it.

"Where is your maid?" she asked Beruthiel, putting all the scorn she could not address to the queen into her voice. "She should be here. It is her duty. If she is this lax you should let her go."

[ June 28, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]

06-28-2003, 05:14 AM	#16
Lyra Greenleaf The Diaphanous Dryad Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: R toL: 531, past the wild path Posts: 1,152	Morwen grimaced, sighed and knocked perfunctorily on the Queen's door. Without waiting for any reply she pushed the door open. The Queen was sitting by the fire, her face a picture of desolation. She was surrounded, as usual, by what seemed like hundreds of cats. As Morwen came in, some came and sniffed around her feet. Sometimes it was hard to shake the feeling that they were communicating, that they knew her distress and were playing with her, that they... No! she told herself firmly. That is the way to end up like the Queen. They are mangy, stinking, stupid animals. Nothing else. Wrinkling her nose Morwen looked up at Queeen Beruthiel. "It is time to dress" she said coldly, doing her best to ignore the faint stroking feelings on her ankles from a cat's tail or even- Eru forbid- a nose. I will not flinch. I will not flinch she told herself over and over, each time she came into the Queen's chamber. Irrational it might be but she would NOT let those animals win. The Queen looked up slowly. She raised her hand as if to tell Morwen to leave. Morwen pursed her lips. "You must your majesty. It is important and you have missed far too many dinners." And whatever they may say about you no-one will say I have negleted my duties, she added silently. "You are going have your nephew coming to stay soon I understand, majesty? A lovely boy, I have heard. King Tarannon's heir, isn't he?" Behind Beruthiel Morwen smiled exultantly. Yes, he would be heir in place of this woman's children. Beruthiel gave in and Morwen began to bustle around the room. We must make you, if not beautiful for I think you are a little passed that, then presentable for your King. Your king, who should never have been yours. Tarannon deserved better than a mad woman- a mad woman who can't even do her first duty and provide an heir. Morwen sighed deeply. Duty again. It seemed no-ne but her gave a thought to it. "Where is your maid?" she asked Beruthiel, putting all the scorn she could not address to the queen into her voice. "She should be here. It is her duty. If she is this lax you should let her go." [ June 28, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ] __________________ “Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you." the Forbidden Link