01-03-2022, 10:52 PM
The pride she saw on his face when he said he would love to show it to her had Gwen trying to think of somewhere safe that he could show her exactly what he meant without it being too private. There had to be somewhere in a public area of the castle that they would be safe enough to be seen together without it being too much trouble.
His compliment made her shyly smile, ducking her head slightly. "Well, I thank you for your good opinion," she said, then daringly added, "Merrick." It felt odd addressing a man not her husband or relative by his first name but Sir Raine seemed so stiff for a man so relaxed and at ease with a baby. He had mentioned a little sister last evening, had he not. Someone he had helped out with so that would make sense. She wondered how old the sister was - if she would be one of Gwen students.
No, they weren't commoners. The girl would likely know how to read. Perhaps they would see each other in the hall, someone that looked just a little like him but much more feminine. That same dark hair and an amazing set of eyes...but softer, without the glint of having seen too much? While Sir Raine's eyes weren't as dark as her brother's, they had been companions. They had likely seen some very serious things together. Just something about Sir Raine (Merrick, she corrected herself) that didn't seem as heavily burdened as Godric always did. Something different in their personalities.
She really liked that, even though she was not supposed to. Again that thought of being a widow affording her some prerogatives that she had not had before her marriage. Genevieve from Kent - three times widowed had offered a wide array of stories about all the fun she had had now that she was no longer virginal and was less tied to any man than she'd ever been. Gwen's skin had felt heated with every story, so detailed were the accounts. It had definitely given her ideas that warred with the properly bred woman she was supposed to be.
"Thank you," she said again, her mouth opened to say more when suddenly it came to her. "The Great Hall! Imagine casting that image on that ceiling! The night sky so the students could always study it any time they liked!"
His compliment made her shyly smile, ducking her head slightly. "Well, I thank you for your good opinion," she said, then daringly added, "Merrick." It felt odd addressing a man not her husband or relative by his first name but Sir Raine seemed so stiff for a man so relaxed and at ease with a baby. He had mentioned a little sister last evening, had he not. Someone he had helped out with so that would make sense. She wondered how old the sister was - if she would be one of Gwen students.
No, they weren't commoners. The girl would likely know how to read. Perhaps they would see each other in the hall, someone that looked just a little like him but much more feminine. That same dark hair and an amazing set of eyes...but softer, without the glint of having seen too much? While Sir Raine's eyes weren't as dark as her brother's, they had been companions. They had likely seen some very serious things together. Just something about Sir Raine (Merrick, she corrected herself) that didn't seem as heavily burdened as Godric always did. Something different in their personalities.
She really liked that, even though she was not supposed to. Again that thought of being a widow affording her some prerogatives that she had not had before her marriage. Genevieve from Kent - three times widowed had offered a wide array of stories about all the fun she had had now that she was no longer virginal and was less tied to any man than she'd ever been. Gwen's skin had felt heated with every story, so detailed were the accounts. It had definitely given her ideas that warred with the properly bred woman she was supposed to be.
"Thank you," she said again, her mouth opened to say more when suddenly it came to her. "The Great Hall! Imagine casting that image on that ceiling! The night sky so the students could always study it any time they liked!"
