I, that please some, try all, both joy and terror
Of good and bad, that make and unfold error,
- Time, Act IV, The Winter's Tale, Shakespeare
"Do you think it a good thing, Sylvia?" Lyana's voice touched the quiet, ruffling it with her voiced curiosity.
There was a desire to pretend she did not know what Lyana meant. If she could avoid the question altogether would have been better. But, it was asked, and since in the privacy of the family rooms at the hour when the children were asleep, Sylvia answered with her doubts. "I do not know."
It was an answer that obviously served Lyana not at all, for she scowled a moment and turned the page of her book, only to turn it back and search where she had left off.
A futile endeavor, since as soon as she found it she looked up again. "Keefe worries over the changes it will bring." The woman, so confident with sword in her hand at the head of a band of fighters, looked doubtful, seeking reassurance or something more.
These were things Sylvia could not grant her. A sigh, she set aside her own book. She wanted to pull her feet up beneath her, sit as she once did in the high back chair when she wore trews and smiled to a soon-to-be husband that found her bold manner and austere dress appealing. She could not in such gowns as she wore now.
There had been much that changed with time, and the least of which was her dress. She often felt lost in the incongruity of who she was and who she had to be. But the curtailing of her position, the marginalizing of her in the barony had happened with such smooth wearing away, she almost did not catch it in time. "Keefe worries over many things, as is his right and obligation to the barony to do so. In this case, though, it is not his will that is paramount. The King will either approve the Elementals agreement or he will not."
"He cannot blame you for this, at the least." Lyana was quick to assert with a grin.
Sylvia felt the laugh skip out of her mouth before she had chance to stifle it. "Can he not? You think Ewan would have stepped or stayed foot in Rhydin if not for me? No, if he wishes to blame this latest change on me, he has every cause and proof to do so. I hope he will not. I weary of being maneuvered one way and then another further from my children or the duties left to me by Kieran."
Lyana looked down at her book, then back up, and through a tightness of her jaw, mumbled out. "So do I."
Of good and bad, that make and unfold error,
- Time, Act IV, The Winter's Tale, Shakespeare
"Do you think it a good thing, Sylvia?" Lyana's voice touched the quiet, ruffling it with her voiced curiosity.
There was a desire to pretend she did not know what Lyana meant. If she could avoid the question altogether would have been better. But, it was asked, and since in the privacy of the family rooms at the hour when the children were asleep, Sylvia answered with her doubts. "I do not know."
It was an answer that obviously served Lyana not at all, for she scowled a moment and turned the page of her book, only to turn it back and search where she had left off.
A futile endeavor, since as soon as she found it she looked up again. "Keefe worries over the changes it will bring." The woman, so confident with sword in her hand at the head of a band of fighters, looked doubtful, seeking reassurance or something more.
These were things Sylvia could not grant her. A sigh, she set aside her own book. She wanted to pull her feet up beneath her, sit as she once did in the high back chair when she wore trews and smiled to a soon-to-be husband that found her bold manner and austere dress appealing. She could not in such gowns as she wore now.
There had been much that changed with time, and the least of which was her dress. She often felt lost in the incongruity of who she was and who she had to be. But the curtailing of her position, the marginalizing of her in the barony had happened with such smooth wearing away, she almost did not catch it in time. "Keefe worries over many things, as is his right and obligation to the barony to do so. In this case, though, it is not his will that is paramount. The King will either approve the Elementals agreement or he will not."
"He cannot blame you for this, at the least." Lyana was quick to assert with a grin.
Sylvia felt the laugh skip out of her mouth before she had chance to stifle it. "Can he not? You think Ewan would have stepped or stayed foot in Rhydin if not for me? No, if he wishes to blame this latest change on me, he has every cause and proof to do so. I hope he will not. I weary of being maneuvered one way and then another further from my children or the duties left to me by Kieran."
Lyana looked down at her book, then back up, and through a tightness of her jaw, mumbled out. "So do I."