The snow was thick on the grounds of Seansloe Manor. It lay in deep drifts in the garden causing limbs of evergreens to droop under the weight, while their naked limbed brethren stood straight and scraggly with ice for its clothing. The stone paths were cleared only by those that braved the mid calf deep cold to walk in the crystalline beauty. Walk, or play, as the young children of Sylvia had taken to doing that midday before more lessons claimed their time. Beata was bundled up and taking more pleasure in flopping down in the snow than trying to keep up with her brothers running wild, kicking and throwing the snow in joyous abandon.
Rian had taken a seat on one of the benches cleared off by her gloved hands. Her berry red cloak wrapped close about her and framed her pensive face. Sylvia kept watch over Beata and the little princeling for Rian. Like her sister, Marghaid, Rian was finding the carrying of her second child more difficult than her first. Marghaid had written again of her fears of a repeat occurrence of miscarriage. It ached Sylvia that she could give nothing more than words of hope, something so rare to find as the worries of the kingdom, the tensions of civil strife brewing across the land, became heightened with each passing week.
?My love,? Maelgwn came across the garden to sit by his wife, ?I will be leaving tomorrow to finish the journey back home. I know I leave you in the safest place to be found.?
A bitterness tainted the lady?s face. ?I know it and yet would rather not be here. I feel so trapped.?
It was hard not to overhear the conversation, though Sylvia tried desperately to do so by playing with the children.
?No, you are not trapped. You are protected as are our children. Your family will make that certain.?
Sylvia could not see or hear the small nod the Princess made, but she did hear the sigh caught upon the cold wind. ?Alright, children, it is time to head inside before we all become human statues. Warm ciders to be found in the family rooms, so off you go with Miriam.?
The nanny took Beata in her arms, the princeling by the hand, and set the other two boys ahead. When she turned to the royal couple, only Maelgwn was still seated on the bench. Rian had started for the manor as well, taking her son from Miriam?s care but still walking with all the others. ?She is unhappy here, Maelgwn. That is not good for the baby or her.?
?It cannot be helped, Syl.? He stood with a firm clapping of his gloved hands as if to call the discussion to an end. ?I will be asking you to join me in two day?s time. It is of concern my time spent here and having my wife sheltered here. I would not ask to bring Cian into the dangers of the court. It would be foolish, but you would provide assurance to my father of this barony?s loyalty to him. It is vital that be proven.?
Rian had taken a seat on one of the benches cleared off by her gloved hands. Her berry red cloak wrapped close about her and framed her pensive face. Sylvia kept watch over Beata and the little princeling for Rian. Like her sister, Marghaid, Rian was finding the carrying of her second child more difficult than her first. Marghaid had written again of her fears of a repeat occurrence of miscarriage. It ached Sylvia that she could give nothing more than words of hope, something so rare to find as the worries of the kingdom, the tensions of civil strife brewing across the land, became heightened with each passing week.
?My love,? Maelgwn came across the garden to sit by his wife, ?I will be leaving tomorrow to finish the journey back home. I know I leave you in the safest place to be found.?
A bitterness tainted the lady?s face. ?I know it and yet would rather not be here. I feel so trapped.?
It was hard not to overhear the conversation, though Sylvia tried desperately to do so by playing with the children.
?No, you are not trapped. You are protected as are our children. Your family will make that certain.?
Sylvia could not see or hear the small nod the Princess made, but she did hear the sigh caught upon the cold wind. ?Alright, children, it is time to head inside before we all become human statues. Warm ciders to be found in the family rooms, so off you go with Miriam.?
The nanny took Beata in her arms, the princeling by the hand, and set the other two boys ahead. When she turned to the royal couple, only Maelgwn was still seated on the bench. Rian had started for the manor as well, taking her son from Miriam?s care but still walking with all the others. ?She is unhappy here, Maelgwn. That is not good for the baby or her.?
?It cannot be helped, Syl.? He stood with a firm clapping of his gloved hands as if to call the discussion to an end. ?I will be asking you to join me in two day?s time. It is of concern my time spent here and having my wife sheltered here. I would not ask to bring Cian into the dangers of the court. It would be foolish, but you would provide assurance to my father of this barony?s loyalty to him. It is vital that be proven.?