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“She made herself stronger by fighting with the wind.”
— Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

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In the presence of all others, he was formerly presented as a figure of the utmost civility; but in seclusion, proximity to his Lady or prone to a lone fit of melancholy, he was transformed into a foreign soul. The waning festivities had robbed him of a sense of joy - he could not bestow a name onto his exact mood, but found himself sorely lacking in his normal dosage of amiability. Serge chose to find refuge in a corner of the castle which would alleviate him from the taunting wallpaper of his apartment, whilst saving him from an abundance of chit-chat. A small chapel was his chosen sanctuary; its only population was the freezing chill, which permeated every inch of the hallowed walls. In lieu of wooden pews, a handful of seats were made available to the wayward worshipers, who would find themselves down a dismal side-passage, and in need of divinity. Furthest away from the alter Serge sat, stooped so as to rest his forearms on the tops of his knees. The rusted gold hairs which sprung from his head stood on edge in reaction to the cold temperament; his skin, a normally pale hue, had reacted in a similar fashion by blushing furiously. But the cold, and solitude, were steadfast welcomed by the Frenchmen - until the opening of the chapel door took command of his attentions. Quickly his head rose, as to meet the visitor with a smile of great relief (loneliness grew less attractive in the passing moments), the flashing of his teeth mirrored in the brightening of his eyes. “Alas, you are my unwitting savior. I sought the chapel in the hopes of finding a pretty humor in solitude with the Lord, but I have grow cold and lonely without pleasant company. I promise I shall not burden your ear with more dribble then you are prepared to hear.”
She had been doing not much more than exploring, getting her bearings and learning all she could about her new surroundings. The purpose of her visit was far from a religious one, as her own beliefs were so far different from the inhabitants of her host country, and indeed even those who were visitors like herself, that one might consider it ludicrous for her to even enter such a building. She had not been aware anyone else would be here at this time as it was not one of their usual gatherings. “ I apologize for interrupting, sir. I did not know there would be others about. ”
The Irishwoman glanced around the structure, and was curious as to how their worship was conducted. Vastly different from her own, she was sure. “ I don’t mind dribble,” she responded turning back to her companion, “ it passes the time if nothing else. And one can generally learn a few things from it as well.”
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“Indeed I am not,” the admittance came without a hint of shame as one of these type may expect from someone from a ‘less civilized’ upbringing. “It does make you think, who is giving that same illusion to His Majesty’s people. Are they not as entitled to so basic a right? But I shall digress.” The last thing she needed was to create a stir so soon after arrival. “I am just from a very different viewpoint and cannot quite relate to the common sentiments around here.” The Irishwoman looked about the room once more. Despite being inwardly rather disgusted by the show, there was a part of her that enjoyed it. Why she could not tell. “I take it you are used to it ?”
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though my ( heart ) stopped with y o u r s

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“Bronagh,” she returned the introduction with a small head bow. “I can’t honestly say I have, m’lady Margaret. They are not very prevalent where I am from.” The only ones in her country who had such weapons were the English, though a few clans had stolen some of them in the past. More to stop them from being used than to use the devices themselves. “Though, I if I may venture to say so without it being taken as boasting, there are an array of other weapons I am not horrible with.” Not horrible being an understatement. There were few she had crossed blades with who could out match her.
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It took effort to keep her lip from curling in disgust. The amount of resources being wasted in one night seemed enough to feed a whole village for months. What sort of king cared more for show than his own people ? “Interesting. I cannot see the use to it, but to each their own, is that not the saying ?” And many wondered why her countrymen were so opposed to their neighbors. Idiots who would rather spend money on useless vanities than anything useful or helpful. Though, she supposed, when you had such a surplus of mostly ill-gotten gains, why not waste it.
“Unaccustomed seems a small word to describe it. I would say the most grandiose affair I have been a witness to previous to this would look mundane next to this. And yet I would prefer it,” the woman admitted. “My king did not seem to need such fripperies to attract a good woman. And if a woman needs such displays to be impressed, she hardly seems one worth trusting.” Maybe it was just the stark difference in cultures between this and her own, but she could not see the use or attraction of all this splendor. resources being wasted here could be used in so many better ways.
A Stór,
I wish we were not so far apart, not a day passes where I do not miss watching you grow. I do trust you are doing quite well and that you are making friends, learning you lessons, and practicing your training.
You may wonder what has brought me to write you. The answer is simply that I am surrounded by those in this court celebrating a day of love, both romantic and familial. A foolish notion in my mind, love is a thing that should be celebrated upon a daily basis not once a year. But I digress. Being immersed by this has me thinking of you more than usual and I could not help but try and write you a message, making sure you know I am still thinking of you.
As I am not good at conveying such things through words, let this be an end. I miss you my dear child and hope to return to you soon.
Go léir mo ghrá,
Do mháthair

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All this talk of her nephew’s grand celebrations and Margaret couldn’t resist overseeing how the court was functioning for herself. She’d already wandered the entire castle interior, pleased for the most part, and with enough energy to see what was occurring outside. Naturally, she gravitated towards her favorite horses preparing for their daily games, then the common nightly spectacles. “And these are the canons for the fireworks, yea? The ones I fired at Lord Angus were three times this size,” she mused, fingers brushing over a dormant canon’s metal rim. Straightening, she planned to peruse the next game, but nearly fell into the courtier standing in front of her. Perhaps they were there by chance, or something was urgent? “Pardon, were you looking for me?”
“As I have not an inkling whom you may be, m’lady, no I was not seeking you out,” The tall woman responded. She had been strolling around, taking in the sights, memorizing where things were with a mere glance. Only once had she ever had to see something or someone and it would forever be committed to memory. Both an advantage and a curse, considering all she had seen in her life.
“ Might I inquire as to what circumstances led you to firing large canons at this Lord Angus ? ” Bronagh queried, her tone genuine.
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Clad as and ancient Irish hero, a mask covering her features, and towering above even most men in attendance, Bronagh greatly doubted she would be seen for what she was. Even in the few passed pleasantries, her low voice had not betrayed her, though the rough Irish accent had raised a brow or two. “ Tell me,” she inquired of someone near her, “in your experience, are such gatherings in this court always so opulent? ”
☆ ━ ━ OUT OF THE WAY ! can’t you see BRONAGH ISEULT MAC AN BAIRD, the KNIGHT of IRELAND coming this way ? I hear SHE is LOYAL, but also BRASH. SHE seems to remind everyone of GREEN HILLS, BLACK HORSES, .&. SWORD TRICKS. hopefully one day SHE will succeed in HER ambition to GATHER INTEL FOR HER COUNTRY, but then again, the court is a dangerous place. one can only hope SHE will keep HER head… ( GWENDOLINE CHRISTIE ) ━ ━ ☆ as written by SIEGE ;;
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