10th of
Jenslu’s Moon, 1195
The blizzard was in full force outside. No one was on the
gates for no one with any sense would be roaming in white-out conditions. In
the private solar, Queen Gaelynn, her husband, Duke Ranulf, their one-year old twin
sons Gawain and Gilbert along with her children from her previous marriage to
King Arken I: six year old Arken II, and
two year old twins Prince Rivolyn and Princess Ranaia lounged in comfort by a
roaring fire. Gaelynn’s brother, Sir Christopher of the Silver Serpents had
made a rare journey from Foxwarre to visit.
Chris and Ranulf were enjoying a bottle of vorane while
Gaelynn sipped on a nice white wine. Her ever present Lady, and fast friend,
Beatrice of Wymerth, worked on a piece of embroidery. After the death of Arken,
Beatrice had become a permanent member of Gaelynn’s household and had taken the
place of Sophie, who was now happily married to Sir Edward of Faucione, and
head of her own household.
“Ranulf, you have been promising to tell me how the
practice of heraldry started. We’re a captive audience.” Gaelynn begged her
husband.
“Now, Gael, you don’t want to hear that boring old story.” her husband replied as he moved a knight on the chess board.
She fixed her gaze on her husband “Don’t make me get on
my knees and truly beg, my love. You know how I love history.”
He sighed “See, Chris, what I do for my wife?”
Gaelynn's brother studied the game board, looking for a way to avoid loosing. Ranulf had managed to set-up a win and one more move would have his Queen. “Don’t have to tell me, Ranulf. Remember, I grew up with
her! She’s settled down from the wild girl I remember.” He let out a growl and moved his High Priest.
Gaelynn threw a pillow at her brother.
“Hey, watch it, sis. You almost knocked over the vorane!”
Ranulf immediately pounced, "Check-mate. I think we should put chess away and get out the dice or cards."
"Are you kidding? My pouch is light enough as it is without you relieving me of the few coins I do have. No thanks, brother, I'll hold on to my silver pieces."
“Suit yourself...very well, everyone get comfortable…” Ranulf warned “and
please don’t interrupt me.”