Post by Elyssia Whiterose (SWT) on Sept 30, 2016 0:21:51 GMT
Where Isabella was a calm woman (hence Lady Isabella), who dealt with life through stories of a wondrous past and fairy tales, and dreams of a better future, Captain Elyssia Whiterose was not. She had been planning for his return, but instead she received news that he died in battle, and it infuriated her. It angered her. And It broke her heart.
The poor messenger who had delivered the news was witness to her fury and despair.
“I didn’t tell the man to go get himself killed!” she yelled, as she threw a goblet at a wall, shattering the goblet and spilling half a cup of ale over the wall and floor. “What in the name of Avalon was he doing playing the hero? Doesn’t he know Albion is full of harebrained knights ready to risk their life at a moment’s notice?” She paused, and asked herself, “Didn’t?” as she pondered his absence.
Her sadness turned back to anger, “Bring me another cup! Now!” she demanded of the messenger, who promptly complied, gladly taking any excuse to leave her presence.
“He is happy now, isn’t he?” she said, as she slumped down into her chair, “He wanted to face judgment and now he has.”
She rose again from the chair, slamming her first on the table, “He could have bloody well waited till I was dead and gone! At least I had the decency not to drown.”
The messenger returned with a goblet full of ale, which she promptly accepted and downed.
Before she asked the messenger to go fetch her another, she told him, “You know, if neither of us had ended up as wealthy and powerful as we did, he’d be alive today, and we’d be together. Maybe not rich, but he wouldn’t be dead, and I wouldn’t be here alone.”
In a brief lucid moment, she mused, “He was right though. I did answer the call… Only… I didn’t realize until now, just what it was that I was being called to do.”
She sighed, and when the messenger left the room to go fetch more ale, she sat in the room alone, and she cried.