12-30-2021, 04:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-30-2021, 04:55 PM by Godric Gryffindor.)
When he bowed to her, Gwen curtsied to him as expected of a lady. When he straightened, she could finally make out the planes of his face. He was not clean shaven, like her brothers or husband had been, yet she could see a strong chin and jaw, slightly crooked nose, and amazing eyes. Curses! Why couldn't her brother have hired some ugly troll to teach Astronomy. He always brought home the handsome ones!
To her detriment, she had to remind herself. This man was a knight, just like her brother - like Shelton. She couldn't, no matter how handsome he was. The fact that they were in such close quarters couldn't matter because of the sword he'd worn and likely would again. Gwen just couldn't face that news ever again. And she wouldn't make her daughter suffer through the loss of two fathers. It wasn't fair to her baby to even consider it.
But if she did...
When he mentioned the stars never leading him astray, she looked up automatically. Obviously she was curious about what they said, having never learned astronomy. Her mother had never counted it as something important for her to know. And astrology had definitely not been on the lesson plans. Gwen's attention span had never lasted long enough to learn so much. She had been lucky to learn what magic she had, always more concerned with other things that just seemed more important.
"So, what are they telling you tonight? The stars, I mean. Do they hold any secrets about how this bold endeavor might play out for my dear brother...and for us." She said and then realized what she had said. "The rest of the staff, I mean. Not us, as in you and me." Oh no, she was doing it again! "Not that there is anything wrong with you! Just, I meant it in general of course!" She felt like such a fool again. What was up with this man that made her seem such a chatterbox? Not that she didn't talk much because she did but not such rambling monologue.
But anything to hear that amazing, lilting Irish accent. Who would have thought something like a voice could be so...just so! Defining it would surely make the feelings of attraction worse.
To her detriment, she had to remind herself. This man was a knight, just like her brother - like Shelton. She couldn't, no matter how handsome he was. The fact that they were in such close quarters couldn't matter because of the sword he'd worn and likely would again. Gwen just couldn't face that news ever again. And she wouldn't make her daughter suffer through the loss of two fathers. It wasn't fair to her baby to even consider it.
But if she did...
When he mentioned the stars never leading him astray, she looked up automatically. Obviously she was curious about what they said, having never learned astronomy. Her mother had never counted it as something important for her to know. And astrology had definitely not been on the lesson plans. Gwen's attention span had never lasted long enough to learn so much. She had been lucky to learn what magic she had, always more concerned with other things that just seemed more important.
"So, what are they telling you tonight? The stars, I mean. Do they hold any secrets about how this bold endeavor might play out for my dear brother...and for us." She said and then realized what she had said. "The rest of the staff, I mean. Not us, as in you and me." Oh no, she was doing it again! "Not that there is anything wrong with you! Just, I meant it in general of course!" She felt like such a fool again. What was up with this man that made her seem such a chatterbox? Not that she didn't talk much because she did but not such rambling monologue.
But anything to hear that amazing, lilting Irish accent. Who would have thought something like a voice could be so...just so! Defining it would surely make the feelings of attraction worse.
