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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Nov 1, 2009 13:18:16 GMT
Rather a lot has happened since I left my father and brothers behind at the farm and travelled to Camelot. I don't miss the agricultural lifestyle, as I never really made the adjustment from being in a highclass family to peasant very well, but I am enjoying working as a maid in the castle. I have been assigned to one Lady Anna Glenn, I had not heard of her before, but the other servants tell me she is a very famous noblewoman, whose story of loss is very tragic. I have only met her once, and have yet to form an opinion of her her. Although I hope we will be friends. Since arriving here, I have only really met one person outside of my job. A boy whose name I don't even know. He saved my life, and my purse, when I strayed into a rough tavern in the slums.Then, on my first day at work, he almost got me fired by stealing from the kitchens. I covered for him, after all I owed him one, right? My feelings towards him are really mixed, I feel drawn to him, yet I don't know him at all; and whilst I feel oddly safe around him, I'm attracted by a sense of danger? Then we went to the Orchard. And I think I may have really messed up... |
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Nov 25, 2009 15:15:06 GMT
* * * I definitely did mess up. Prince Arthur Pendragon himself stumbled across us in the Orchard, and he arrested the boy for trespassing, although initially he accused him of much worse! I felt terrible at first- it was my fault that we were there in the first place. I followed them to the dungeons, it was pretty easy to get past the guard by pretending to deliver food. When I spoke to him, the boy was almost unrecognisable, he yelled and shouted, and accused me of having set him up, which of course I didn't. All of my guilt seemed to dissolve then and was replaced by anger. Before I left, I found out his name was Henry, and as it turns out- Henry seems to be a jerk. After the visit to the dungeons, I left quickly and headed into town, just wanting to forget about the day and drown my sorrows in the Ram. Not being a regular drinker the alcohol had quite an effect, and not the desired one, seeing as I couldn't stop thinking about Henry and the day's events. Luckily I got chatting to a man called Dante, he seemed very nice and understanding considering the state I was in. He told me about the escaped assassin from the dungeons, the Pendragons had kept that pretty quiet- I must remember to ask Lilith if she's heard about it. I enjoy my chats with Lilith, we often meet at the herb garden in the mornings and bump into each other around the castle. She is about my age, and I love having a female friend in Camelot to talk to. Henry went into the stocks the next day. Seeing him made me so angry I couldn't help but throw an entire cabbage at him... (what a waste of food) but I returned in the night with food and water. Well...I couldn't let him starve could I? |
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Apr 22, 2010 15:33:18 GMT
After work that day, I decided to take a trip to the outskirts of the city to do some drawing and gather my thoughts. A lot had happened since I came to Camelot. By chance, I met a young girl called Casalynn and we got chatting. Her horse was injured and we ventured into the woods to look for a painkilling herb. We were roughly abducted by a band of men, they took us by surprise and it was hard to put up any resisitence. Overnight I was seperated from Cass. Early the next morning I was rescued by Henry and Dante; I still have no idea how they knew where I was, or how they were strong enough to fight off the men. It seems there's a lot of things I have yet to find out. I was too tired and battered that day to ask, and was quickly sent home from work to recover in the apothecary rooms.Henry's come to visit me, hopefully I can get a few of my questions answered... |
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Dec 5, 2010 17:38:57 GMT
Gill, sitting in a carriage that was bumping along the road back to Camelot, stared at the open page before her. She twirled the quill between her fingers. A flash of gold caught the sunlight streaming through the window.
She wrote:
I am married,
I am a wife.
I am a noble,
I am a lady.
She looked at the words feeling sick, then added.
I do not love my husband.
How can I tell Henry?
She pressed so hard the quill snapped and ink trickled down the page like blood.
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