- Messages
- 7
The days were long without occupation, as they always were, and although the castle was fuller with the birth of her niece and nephew, Morwenna still felt her younger sister's absence. When the ruby marked with Ylva's name blackened over the great fireplace in the cabinet room, she knew her sister was dead, but how and why remained a mystery, despite her best efforts to find an answer. They hadn't even found her body. At least, Morwenna had thought to herself, The mystery is proving to be an interesting distraction. It was the only one she expected to have for quite some time, until her handmaiden attended her with the news that they had a foreign visitor. This was rather unexpected.
Morwenna instructed the servant to see the man to the cabinet room overlooking the hedge maze, and took a moment to refresh herself before travelling down from the solar to greet him. Some guests she would meet at the door, others she allowed to come to her, but without knowing the wizard's name or purpose, she settled on a middle round. Her deep burgundy robes slid over the stone floor as though greased, but they were hovering half an inch above them and never touched- charmed to preserve the needlework. Everything about her was perfectly made up and fine, the robes cut to compliment but not overemphasize her svelte figure. It was as good an impression as she was ever likely to make, and just as she wished it to be.
Upon entering the room, Morwenna found herself struck by the sheer presence of the man. He was older than her by some years, although not decrepit by any means. He was certainly taller than her by a significant amount, and she was not a short woman. She looked into his eyes, and betrayed nothing as her skin prickled in discomfort. How chilling, she thought with interest. "God morgen," she greeted neutrally. "I am the lady of the castle." 'What is it that you want?' went unsaid.
Morwenna instructed the servant to see the man to the cabinet room overlooking the hedge maze, and took a moment to refresh herself before travelling down from the solar to greet him. Some guests she would meet at the door, others she allowed to come to her, but without knowing the wizard's name or purpose, she settled on a middle round. Her deep burgundy robes slid over the stone floor as though greased, but they were hovering half an inch above them and never touched- charmed to preserve the needlework. Everything about her was perfectly made up and fine, the robes cut to compliment but not overemphasize her svelte figure. It was as good an impression as she was ever likely to make, and just as she wished it to be.
Upon entering the room, Morwenna found herself struck by the sheer presence of the man. He was older than her by some years, although not decrepit by any means. He was certainly taller than her by a significant amount, and she was not a short woman. She looked into his eyes, and betrayed nothing as her skin prickled in discomfort. How chilling, she thought with interest. "God morgen," she greeted neutrally. "I am the lady of the castle." 'What is it that you want?' went unsaid.