" {RP} Beaumaris Castle

"Your Royal Highness," Rhys said, entering the Great Hall as the Princess was finishing the evening meal, and bowing politely, "the Lady Great Chamberlain is visiting the County Palatine. Mairwen mentioned that she had seen the notice on the welcome board a few days ago."

"Did the Viscountess happen to mention where she was staying while she was in Chester?" Jennet inquired, dabbing at the corners of her mouth delicately with an embroidered linen napkin.

"No, Your Highness, though the latest dispatch messenger did note that the lady was in Beeston at last accounting."

Jennet rose and called for her small writing desk, a curious little wooden lap desk with a hinged lid that contained a sheaf of paper, an inkwell, and a metal tipped writing pen. She pulled a page out of the desk and set the well to rights, dipping the pen inside just enough and tapping it lightly on the edge.


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Grand Mistress, Knights of Saint Michael|Knight of the Garter|Knight of the Crown|CoH|RHA|Deaconess of Holywell

It was barely light out when the Princess had heard that Lady Cordelia had arrived in Holywell. She had sent a small retinue from the barracks at Beaumaris via ship to escort and retrieve the lady safely. News of the robbery and beating of the Great Chamberlain had flown to the Princess' ears and she had asked for available forces to dispatch the ruffians immediately. So it had been done in record time. So England would deal with repeat criminals as long as she was Regent. But there was still the matter of the pregnant lady who had been their victim.

Rhys had accompanied the guards to the docks and was the first to disembark, telling the soldiers to wait until he had located Lady Cordelia and brought her to the harbor. The messenger tossed his red and blue cloak over his shoulder, the arms of the House of de Holland displayed on the front in crisply embroidered detail, and set off towards a particular tavern that he knew so well, built by the Princess' husband in days so long ago that they were beginning to fade into legend.

Past the fishmongers, past the vegetable stalls, on up through the market he trudged, and finally arrived at The Hawthorne and the Ghost, in search of the Lady Cordelia.
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Grand Mistress, Knights of Saint Michael|Knight of the Garter|Knight of the Crown|CoH|RHA|Deaconess of Holywell

The Inn was crowded, more so now than Rhys had seen it in many days, and he knew that his lady would be well pleased. The crowd jostled against the bar maid who took pints of ale round to the patrons at speed, the pint glasses mixed with bowls of piping hot stew, thick with vegetables and topped with chunks of hard brown bread. There were many accents among the buzzing voices of the patrons, English lords, Welsh sailors, travelers from abroad. But the fiery red hair seemed to stand out even in this crowd. He approached the lovely lady with a gentleman's air.

"Lady Cordelia, I presume?" Rhys inquired, bowing low at the waist in a courtly bow that would have put the highest born courtier to shame.

"Princess Jennet has sent me to escort you to the docks at your leisure. A retinue of guards has been dispatched to attend to your safety, and Her Royal Highness' personal physician has been alerted and should be in readiness when we arrive at the castle. I shall wait upon your word. Have you baggage that needs attending, my lady?"
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Grand Mistress, Knights of Saint Michael|Knight of the Garter|Knight of the Crown|CoH|RHA|Deaconess of Holywell

“Oh, no thank you, my Lady. Not while on duty,” Rhys said, thinking that his answer would be far different once he made it back to the castle and his official work was done.

He was waiting patiently with Lady Cordelia for the maids to return when one of the royal pages ran in looking exasperated and rushed up to whisper in his ear. They conferred for a moment, looking somewhat intense, before the page pulled a letter from his jacket and handed it to Rhys. The messenger read it over once and nodded, wondering how his lady knew things while sitting snug and warm on Anglesey Isle that he himself did not know standing in Holywell. Be that as it may, the lady had spoken, and so it would be.

“Find him,” Rhys instructed the boy, “and ask his Lordship to come here to meet Lady Cordelia's traveling party if he accepts the invitation. We leave for the harbor as soon as her traveling party is ready.”

“Where should I even begin to look?” the poor worried page asked.

“He's a soldier just come back from the front, lad. Head for the first ale stall you see at the edge of town and work your way up from there.”

The page nodded, bowing hastily to Lady Cordelia with an apologetic look on his face, and bolted for the door in search of the deputy Earl Marshal, who had apparently ridden into town the night before.
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Lori and Nurse come down the stairs, accompanied by some lads carrying a pair of trunks. Cordelia looks at the man, "We are ready now, sir."
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She nods her head, "Whatever will get us to the ship the quickest and easiest. Likely the carriage as I believe I have passed the point where riding is advisible."
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At the Inn...

Rhys quickly hired the carriage at Cordelia's request and ushered the attending servants towards the front of the Inn, organizing the stowing of her various luggage with the efficieny one would expect in a servant of a royal house. It took only minutes to have everything properly arranged, and Rhys re-entered the Inn to offer his arm to the lady should she so desire.

“My lady, the carriage awaits. If you are ready to go, then we will make for the docks and be there, hopefully, before the captain has my head.” Rhys was smiling at the last, a friendly rivalry between the messenger and the salty sea captain having sprung up in recent weeks, as the two of them decided which was higher in the Princess' graces.



Onboard Persephone...

The Captain flashed the Viscount a look of relief, his grizzled features lightening slightly as the young man introduced himself. He took in the gentleman's aspect a moment and nodded once, deciding that he liked the soldier immensely.

“Mmhm...Barnaby it is then,” he agreed.

When the Captain returned to the decks of Persephone, he saw the Viscount approach him once more and heard him inquire if there was anything he could assist with. The Captain looked him up and down as if making a decision.

“We could use another set of hands with the sails,” the Captain said hesitantly, wondering if he had overstepped his bounds,“One of the deckhands took ill and he's over at the harbormaster's office now wretching with some bloody manner of flux. Have you any experience on a ship, lad?”
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Rhys smiled companionably at the lady, deciding that he knew precisely what Prince Viceroy saw in such a woman, but being entirely too well mannered to say such a thing. He escorted her to the carriage and helped her inside, urging her to take the seat opposite him, which had been piled high with cushions for her comfort. The messenger neglected to mention the raving of the innkeeper's wife who now was almost entirely without pillows in several of the nicer guest suites, but had been well compensated in return with a small pouch of the Princess' coin.

He closed the door to the carriage and tapped the top with his hand, the carriage lurching forward with a sudden jolt. Thereafter, the ride was smoother, moving along down the road from Holywell town to the docks, past the inns, the market, and several more questionable businesses with which Rhys was also acquainted. Well, his lady might be a princess, but she was no fool, and some habits died hard...or not at all.

The dock was a frantic scene as sailors boarded ships, trunks and crates being loaded aboard the merchant vessels, soldiers scrambling to board the warships, and Persephone alone sitting silent and regal.

Rhys spotted the page almost instantly and waved to him as he opened the door of the carriage and drew down the small steps for the lady's convenience. He invited the lady to descend and offered her a hand in order to disembark the carriage in the greatest safety. The last thing Rhys wished to hear upon his return was that stern voice, the last thing to see that single raised eyebrow, as the Princess inquired as to why he had unceremoniously dumped the Great Chamberlain in some mud puddle. With a shudder at the horror of the thought, he waited, palmed outstretched to Cordelia.

OOC:Godmod of Cordelia with permission
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Barnaby grinned in answer to his question and replied glibly "I've got about a half an hour's experience, Captain."

He looked to the deckhands working on hoisting the sails, adding "But - I've got two hands, and I'm not afraid to get them dirty. I can pick up the rest as I go."
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She boards the ship, looking around appreciatively. She smiles at the Captian, nodding her head at him. Smiling a bit, she speaks to him in her melodious voice, still colored with her Irish accent, "'Tis a beautiful ship, Captian. Ye must be proud of her. Much finer than the one I worked on when I left Erie." She pauses as she catches his look of disbelif. "Aye, I was nae always a Lady. I was a shepardess in a costal town. Did nae have the funds to buy passage, so I worked as a deckhand. But, ye are nae here to listen to me life story. But, if it be allright with ye, I wish to stay above deck. I shan't be in the way." She smiles winningly at him, then spies the Lord behind him. "Ah! Lord Barnaby! 'Tis a joy to see ye here." She grins at him.
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Barnaby made his way over to Horace, having excused himself from further conversation, in order to assist him with whatever the ship needed. The Captain had mentioned something about trimming the lines, but he may as well have been speaking French to Barnaby, who realized as he was walking over that this was one area he truly knew nothing about. Clearing his throat, Barnaby introduced himself "Master Horace, the Captain said you needed an extra pair of hands. Barnaby of Chard at your disposal."

Horace was a grizzled old man, and a veteran of many voyages at sea and he appraised Barnaby quickly, spitting out "Yer a landlubber, ain't ya? Don't know why the Captain would send me a blasted landlubber" he muttered, the last bit more quietly. Grudgingly he continued "Alright, lad, we need to trim the sails a bit so we ken get underway" Seeing the confusion in Barnaby's eyes, Horace sighed and shook his head.

"Watch me now, lad, let out the line till the sail starts flapping in the breeze like this" Horace watched the sail as the rope slid through his rough hands, gripping the rope to stop it once the sail was flapping "Then, you bring it back it till it stops" he continued talking as he pulled the line back in "Once it looks like that, tie it off like this"

Barnaby nodded and went to work, while Horace watched. Once all the lines were trimmed and secured, Horace turned towards the Captain and barked "Sails trim, Captain!"
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Grand Marshal - Knights of St Michael | Royal Embassy | Chancellor of Devon | RHA | Earl of Pembroke | Viscount of Mansfield | Lord Warden of Sherwood Forest

The crossing on board Persephone had been uneventful, and Lord Barnaby and Lady Cordelia had arrived at the dock of Beaumaris Castle with all due pomp, greeted at the castle itself by the Princess. As ever, the hospitality of Anglesey was rolled out for the two nobles and they and their hostess had shared a relaxing visit, albeit far too short. It was not long at all that the three were forced to part ways on the path to some new adventure, the tales of which were related in another place and time.

Life at Beaumaris Castle settled quickly back into the everyday humdrum of such large estates, and the inhabitants waited patiently until Princess Jennet returned from her travels in the south.

OOC: Godmod of Cordelia and Barnaby with permission.
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Barnaby arrived in Holywell with the small group of soldiers he'd taken to Cumberland. Road weary, he hoped that his plans to remain here and contribute to the completion of the port expansion wouldn't need to be changed. Having recently put forward the need to establish naval parity at a minimum with the NNGO and other elements at sea, he felt that he needed to back up his suggestions with actions. Jennet living nearby was an added bonus he chuckled to himself, recalling the comment a friend made in a missive he'd received in Chester.

Having secured rooms for himself and those traveling with him the night before, Barnaby spent his first day in town working at the docks. The recent attack by the NNGO and Connacht had fortunately not damaged the harbor, but some of his work was spent getting wreckage out of the water as bits of flotsam made their way into the work area. He kept a sharp eye out as he worked, and noted that the Persephone was not in port. When the Harbormaster signaled the end of the day, he stood, chilled and wet, trudging his way on shore and collected his pay along with the others before finding a clerk.

"Excuse me," Barnaby began "might you know when the Persephone is scheduled to arrive?"

"Who's asking?" the clerk replied in irritation, looking disdainfully at the bedraggled man before him.

Rage flashed across Barnaby's eyes for the briefest of moments at the clerk's judgement of him, having come to work on his port, before he answered in a clipped tone "Lord Barnaby Braeden, Earl Marshal of England, Earl of Pembroke and Viscount of Mansfield." His hand slipped inside his shirt to pull out the chain carrying his symbol of office.

The clerk's eyes widened a bit as he saw the seal of office and he stammered "F-forgive me, milord. I did not know. Let's see, Persephone ... Persephone" he began to flip through the records "Nay milord, no word of her arrival, either recently or of plans in the near future."

Barnaby's mind ran through the possibilities quickly, and a hint of worry tinged his voice "I'm staying at The Hawthorne. If you hear of any news of the Princess or her ship, or of anyone asking about her, come find me? Understand?" He saw the clerk nod and turned to head back to the Inn to eat and draft some missives, hoping that Jennet had received word of the attack and been able to find safe harbor.
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As the coach pulled to a halt Jannie glanced back at the invite in her hand and than across the carriage to her son. Smiling widely at Balthor she reached across the gap, a hand reaching out in an attempt to smooth down his hair, untamed and as wild as his father's was.

So young man, excited? she asked the child, I hope you are up to the responsibility of being my escort, watching as he excitedly nodded his head, for this was the first time he had been allowed to an adult party.
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Baroness of Alton, Mother to Balthor, CoH

Alixandra didn't want to arrive to the party to early. She wanted to make a grand entrance with a pretty gown and make everyone wonder who she was.

She sighed at her own daydream as she walked up the path. She tried looking for a ride, but in her plain robe and layers of clothing to protect her against the cold there weren't many who were willing.

Still she made it this far. She could see the castle not to far away and as she kept walking she let herself day dream about castles and servants and coaches and not walking anywhere ever again.

She kept hold of the small package she had wrapped in plain brown paper, but it had a nice twine bow on it. One never went to a persons place without a gift for the hostess.

Robin glanced over to his son, even as he held his wife against him, one hand in hers, the other resting atop her stomach where their next child grew. Adam was watching avidly out the window at the countryside as they passed. Glancing out himself to see where they were, the archer said with a quirk of his lips, "You should be able to see the castle soon, Adam." Looking back at his wife, he smiled at her as they crested the hill and Adam's eyes grew wide, and exclaimed about how grand the castle looked.

Llyres, he knew, would be eager to see Barnaby again, meet the Princess, and visit with other friends that may have been invited. Adam was hoping that there would be some boys his own age there to talk to, though he had also asked many questions about the castle, and Robin knew he might have to keep an eye on the lad so he didn't run off to explore. Robin himself had somewhat mixed feelings about arriving. He would enjoy seeing Barnaby again, and anyone else he knew, meeting the princess, and he would enjoy finally getting out of the carriage they were traveling in -- not that he would even consider the idea of asking his wife to ride on a horse from Bridgewater to the Castle at four month pregnant. However, he was not looking forward to changing out of his travel clothes for something a little more... refined. He much preferred his worn clothes and the old cloak of his father's that Llyres had repaired and relined for him. His own past and the adventures he had undertaken with his family made him uncomfortable dressing up, and distrustful of castles as a whole, though he would be there and polite and try to have fun, because his family would be there.

Shifting uncomfortably, Robin frowned slightly at the part of the castle he could see from his position in the carriage, absently lifting one hand to trace along the necklace he had gotten Llyres for their first anniversary. "We'll be there soon, love. Are you sure you're warm enough in that cloak?" He asked, almost redundantly. He knew the cloak was warm -- it was fur lined and he had picked it himself for Llyres to travel in, especially in winter, but her pregnancy had made him far more protective.
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Egbert tried to reassure his wife. Im sure there will be some familiar faces here aswell as some opportunities to make new friends. Your dress is beautiful. I assure you, my dear, that you will outshine all the other ladies at the party. We got invited to this party, so we belong here as well as anyone else. We were in another castle for a party before, for the award ceremony, remember? So we are getting some routine at these finer parties.

The carriage rolled into the courtyard of the grand castle and Egbert helped his wife down the carriage. he held her arm in his and looked up the majesty of the castle. In front of them were a broad stone steps leading up to the castles grand entrance. The large doors were opened and guests had begun to arrive.
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Sergitov arrives closely behind his Aunt Malan,His greatcoat speckled with wet and snow.He slows his horse next to Aunt Malan's coach."My dear Aunt Malan,I see you enjoying the cover from the dreadful weather."Sergitov luaghs jokingly."This weather is good for sailing."Sergitov smiles as he keeps his horse next to Malan's carriage.
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Alixandra was forced off the road time and time again as coaches and carriages passed her by. A few with horses passed her as well. She was glad it wasn't muddy otherwise she worried she'd get splashed.

Finally it looked like the road was clear again so she went back to walking. 'I guess I didn't have to worry about being to early' she thought. Maybe the Princess will let her stay the night before walking back. She once again fell into daydreams but these were of curling up in a feather bed for the night with her belly full.

Less then a year before, she had been a stranger to hunger. To cold, to plainness of all sorts. She hadn't been a noble lady, but her family was a very wealthy merchant family. She had been spoiled rotten. And only now, after leaving her home to be on her own, has she realized how much narrower her life was. Everything she could ever want, but nothing in her to appreciate a bit of what she had.

'Oy that's changed' she pondered. 'A warm fresh biscuit after a long day tastes better then any feast I ever attended then.' She unknowingly licked her lips. 'Imagine how holiday fare will taste now!' As this dawned on her she hitched up her robe just a bit more and lengthened her stride. She may not be early, but Jah bless her she wouldn't be late!

Sergitov smiles as he dismounts his horse to help the lady into his aunt's carriage."Mi' Dear lady, I am Sergitov,but everyone calls me sergi.Can i be of asisstance?"Sergi offers his hand to help her as the snow falls harder.
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Alixandra wastes no time responding to the offer.

"Thank you Sergi. Thank you lady. Jah bless." She lets the man help her into the coach.

She sits in the seat, wrapping her arms around herself. " 'preciate you stopping for me like that. Almost there, but it feels like it's gettin' to a whole new level of cold." She smooths out her robe's skirt, looking at the woman, probably comparing their clothing.

She smiles out the window at Sergi. "I'm afraid if you two hadn't stopped you would have run me off again. The side of the road is getting muddy I'm sad to say."

the world is a marvelous place... so new... so fresh... wonder where mom and dad are taking me?

She was nervous, and it showed. She wasn't able to meet up with Cordelia and she wanted desperately to know what she was getting herself into. Certainly there would be those with titles of nobility and she was so unfamiliar with how to behave.

Golden curls bounced as she gently tossed the reigns against her horse. She would be attending, but without her beloved, something she figured would become more commonplace. Shroud would be in her heart, if not there in body. The dress she wore was simple, her finer things being in the chest. Dining dresses, dancing dresses, things she had never thought she would need until she found her heritage. A heritage that was still very much a mystery to her.

Aelan smiled though, despite the unease that swirled in her mind. Perhaps she would see Cordelia, Viceroy and the little ones. Perhaps even Thalia and her twins. The rest........well.........she would simply have to get to know them.

Barnaby stared at the ceiling, watching the firelight flicker off of it as he tried to relax his mind. Physically, the port work was wearing him out, but his duties and his concern for Jennet had his mind working overtime each night. He tried to convince himself she was fine, but it grew harder each day there was no news of her arrival or sighting of her vessel on the horizon.

Near midnight, he felt his body and mind relax as his eyes grew heavy lidded with fatigue when the sound of someone knocking at his door jolted him back to alertness. Surely a visitor this late could only mean bad news he thought to himself before shaking his head. "One second" he grunted at the repeated knock, stopping to splash his face with water from the basin before taking a deep breath and steeling himself for the worst. Gripping the handle tightly, he opened the door quickly, his heart stopping as he saw the young man on the other side "Rhys, what's happened?! Where is Je -" he caught himself and switched to the less familiar title "- the Princess? Is she safe?"
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Malan sat upright and studied her passenger openly. After a few minutes of silence she introduced herself rather stiffly, trying to remember what the proper etiquette was for these occasions.

Every now and then she glanced out the window to see how Sergi was doing. She rather wished he was in the carriage with them to make the conversation flow more easily.

The carriage rocked from side to side. A rather large pothole gave them a jolt which almost caused her to lose her balance. That made her scowl. This is why I avoid traveling. She thought quietly to herself.

The moon reflected off the water of the harbor at Beaumaris, clearly visible from the battlements high atop Beaumaris Castle as the lady in waiting gazed down at the sparkling jewel of an isle that was the “beautiful marsh” of Anglesey. Riding hard along the roads of Chester and sailing across the Menai Straits, somehow she had made it to the castle in time before the guests had arrived.

As she had predicted, Cook had been furious, but with her usual flare for dealing with the Princess' plans, had managed to assemble the kitchen staff into a work crew that seemed to dart about the gargantuan castle kitchens and grounds with an air of precision that would have made any military general proud to command them. The larder was well stocked for the winter ahead, but the royal huntsmen had been sent abroad across the scattered isles to replenish what the Princess had ordered. In poured the pheasants, the deer, the well butchered carcass of one whole cow, chickens, rabbits, crates of vegetables. Cauldrons boiled and skillets bubbled, scenting the entire castle with the rich roasted smells of dripping meat on spits and the comforting yeasty scent of baking bread. Cook could not imagine what all of the food was for. The Princess had ordered far more than would have been necessary for the people listed on the invitations list, but Cook and her staff worked on valiantly, rolling out dough for meat pies and dicing a dozen different things for the soups.

The sealed note had been given to Mistress Mairwen of Beaumaris town and her look of shock would never quite be forgotten by the lady in waiting who had delivered it to the seamstress and keeper of the largest flock of sheep on the isle. Mairwen had said little afterward, only looked like a woman calculating the exact amount of coin that she could squeeze from the task that the Princess had asked. The town woman had simply nodded that all would be done as the Princess had instructed, but the muttered words could not help but be heard as she strode away with purpose in her wide swaying hips, “She will owe my sons a new set of knives for the new year...aye, to be sure, a new set of knives...”

Mystified, Amelia called out after her in the best approximation of the steward's words that very morning when the Princess' instructions had been delivered, much to his chagrin. “The ways of La Principessa are a mystery, cara mia,” Giovanni had remarked with his usual grin, “we can but do our best to obey and comprehend.” He had winked at the lady in waiting as he had set forth in ordering the household staff to decorate the castle to the Princess' specifications and ready nearly every bed chamber in the two great gatehouses and those off set rooms in the towers surrounding the inner courtyard. Why, the sheer amount of linens that would need to be employed boggled the mind.

But now, as Amelia stood atop the castle walls and wondered at just exactly what her lady had planned, she looked out over the water and let the chill of the air blow past her, feeling more than snow on the wind. With a joyous anticipation, she awaited the arrival of her lady and of the guests, and of the festivities that would last from Christosmas to the New Year and on through Twelfth Night.

(OOC Translations: La Principessa=The Princess, Cara Mia=my dear)


Lady in Waiting to Princess Jennet

Holding Balthor's hand she turned to her son, Happy Yuletide, she smiled at him, ruffling his hair with her free hand, kneeing down to kiss him lightly on the cheek. You ready for this she murmured as she straightened his tie, and wiped some unknown substance from his face. Waiting for his nod, she stood, turning to enter the hall, inclining her head slightly at the steward's words before taking a glass of wine from the tray offered proffered by a serving girl.

Walking into the hall she stopped to sip her drink, admiring the decorations and hoping that someone she knew would arrive soom
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Baroness of Alton, Mother to Balthor, CoH

"Hmmm ... well, what do you think about that, Silly Lilly? Can we get you to stop throwing stuff around soon?" She looked at her daughter, pushing back a small curl of her brown hair behind her ear. Lilly just smiled at her mother, making her heart melt. Well, it's only a toy and she'll soon learn, she thought to herself, and she turned to find Arch smiling at her.

It wasn't the cold that caused her cheeks to grow pink and rosy. You really need to stop doing that, she scolded herself for blushing as he reached out his hand and she walked forward to the carriage. Let him dote on you, after all you dote on him as well ... just when you're alone. Is it so bad to let others see you're happy, and isn't that what matters in all of this? Being happy? she thought to herself, biting her lip as she reached her hand into his. Despite the weather around them, his hand was warm and kind; hers seemed to fit right in his. She regretted letting go of his hand but focused on getting Lilly warm in the blankets. It was no good to have a fussy child at a party, and she pulled out her toy for Lilly to entertain herself with on her lap.

Revan smiled as they settled into the carriage began their journey, chuckling as Arch spoke about the trip on the boat. "Aye, I've heard the same as well. Have to study more about it, I guess ... though to gain all that knowledge will take quite a bit of time."

His hand reached over to hers and she willingly entwined her fingers with his. Her heart began to pound as he leaned over and pecked her cheek. Revan grinned, taking her free hand and stroking his cheek. "I'm so happy to be with you ... because quite frankly, you make it seem like everyday is Christosmas for me. Thank you for that," she said, letting the smile fade away from her face as she looked at him intently, moving a bit closer to him. The lighting was dim inside the carriage, but not so dim for the image of a child's stuffed toy to register in Revan's eyes as it landed right inbetween she and Arch.

"Bahhh bah!" Lilly squealed as she had begun her game of throwing about and set forth to tell everyone about it.

"Oh, Lilly ... what am I to do with you?" Revan sighed. Her hand left his cheek as it reached to pick up the toy, giving it back to the outstretched arms of her daughter. She turned to Arch. "And thank you for dealing with this little one as well."

Sooner rather than later, and after a few more times of throwing toys went about, the carriage soon arrived at the castle gate. "Jah in Heaven," Revan whispered in Lillian's ear as they disembarked and took care of things with the staff and their trunks, "please be a good girl for me and don't throw the bunny around at dinner. You've had your fun, but no throwing at Auntie Jennet or anyone else for that matter." She turned and waited for Arch before heading inside.
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After a long journey, a rather loud one when Anne and Adrian where awake, they finally reached their destination. It was certainly a grand and large castle, nothing less expected of a Princess. Timidly, a child in each arm, Thalia carefully exited the carriage. Not entirely ready to go in, and in truth, not knowing where to go, she enjoyed momentarily watching her children's eyes watch the falling snow.

Aelan came around the corner, still trying to find where she was supposed to go. She was still confused. But then.........it was a Christomas sight if she ever had one.

"My darling sister and the babies!" Aelan squealed. She rushed forward to hug Thalia and the little ones, capturing the admirer in the middle.

"And hello person that I have just met." Aelan giggled as she hugged all four. "Merry Christomas!"

Settled in the small suite, Llyres felt grateful that they had been given two adjoining rooms. No doubt, their 12-year-old would have sharply protested too intimate an accommodation with his parents. However, she would thank their hostess after she'd rested a bit. Her pregnant body seemed to have a mind of its own, insisting on rest while the rest of her was eager to explore the castle, mingle, and admire the spectacular decorations.

Love, she quietly murmured to Robin who was pacing the room, Would you mind taking Adam down to meet the guests and offer our Christosmas greetings? I'll be down soon, I promise, just the briefest of naps... Even saying so, her head sunk heavily into the down pillows and her blue eyes closed with needed sleep.
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Dylan also known as Smartdude walks into the room and says:
Greetings everyone. I might be late, but now I am here so lets party.
Dylan waits for the drunken crowd to respond.

Jannie was still busy engrossed in the babes, trying to persuade Balthor to take at least a passing interest when she was enveloped in what could only be described as a bear hug, alone with a giggle in her ear and the words And hello person that I have just met.

She turned, smiling to the owner of the voice, Hello yourself, and a happy Christomas, I'm Jannie Beauclerc, and these two are my son Balthor and my dear friend Aefernum

She was still making introductions when Jennet entered the room,

Indeed it's been far to long she said, extracting herself from one hug with a smile, to then envelop Jennet herself in a hug Aye this is Balthor, and thank you for the invite, we are very happy to be here, you have a wonderful home

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Alixandra smiled at the woman inside the coach but was too comfortable to be injured by the silence she got from her. After awhile the gentleman joined them as well.

She ran her fingers through her hair, knowing it must look a fright, but riding this last bit instead of walking has to be an improvement upon her looks.

She looked out the window as it started to snow, waiting for the coach to arrive at the castle.

Viceroy chuckles at LadyJennet. "I saw Michael here earlier with one of my servants. Perhaps they are changing his diaper. I will have to make sure that you get a chance to see him. After all, whenever I am gone, you'll have to keep up to him," he says laughing with a wink.

(OOC Sorry for the long delay between posts - holidays and all that )

Barnaby listened to Rhys explanation with a hint of impatience until he heard that Jennet was safe and soon to arrive. Relief was plain on his face as he suddenly felt very tired. Nodding to Rhys he replied quietly "I'll be there" before going to close the door. He paused, remembering both manners and his lack of awareness and reopened the door "Thank you for telling me about the Princess, Rhys. When exactly is the next tide?" A tired smile crossed his face and he nodded as Rhys answered his question before laying down to get some much needed sleep.

At the Castle ...

Barnaby and Rhys had arrived while preparations were underway for the celebrations and while he normally would have offered his help, he found exhaustion overtaking him and so he spent the majority of his time in the room he had been shown. It was comfortable, and more than he needed, but he had been told the Princess would insist on him having it. His thoughts turned to his own estate in Wales, the newly awarded Earldom of Pembroke. Being as close (relatively speaking, anyways) as he had been since receiving it, he had decided already that after the festivities here were concluded, he would journey there to meet the people he was now responsible for.

He awoke well rested the morning of the festivities, some of the stress that had been carried having melted away, and came down to the Great Hall to greet the other guests after having been notified that they had begun arriving. Barnaby hoped that he would see some people he knew, as he had missed time with his friends while attending Alisa and Egbert's wedding. Entering the Great Hall as Jennet was greeting her guests, he paused to watch her with a smile on his face, as he noted with pleasure that most of his friends seemed to have made it to Beaumaris.

Barnaby entered the room quietly, and approached one of his oldest friends, pleased to see that Jannie had brought her son along. Wearing simple clothes, as he preferred to do, he approached quickly, his long strides carrying him across the hall easily "Jannie," he spoke softly and smiled "I'm glad to see you made it here. Merry Christosmas." Looking down at Balthor, he grinned before kneeling down "And a Merry Christosmas to you, little Master. Are you keeping your mama out of trouble?"
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Standing around, hoping slightly from one foot to another Balthor sighed. He really wished Mama had left him at home with Rebecca and Aurora. His shirt was too tight, and his breeches felt all scratchy and he didn't know anyone and Mama was cooing over some babies and then she was hugging and kissing cheeks and grrrr there were people ruffling his hair and even Auntie Aeffie didn't seem that exciting today, like for Jah's sake where was her sword, or her horse or well anything they normally spent time playing with

and then he had to skip quickly behind Mama's legs as some strange woman bent to address him and then Oh hello Sir it was the giant slayer, there in the flesh. Balthor stepped out from behind Jannie's skirt and held out his hand, quickly examining the man for any injuries he might have got since their last meeting

Sergi smiles as he spots a seat.He sits down and props his cane on hi lap.He smiles as he watches the crowd,sipping on some tea.
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Blades was tired of travelling, being away from home and his family. He was glad to see Ghost and bring her up to Holywell, knowing that she was there safe, and it was also nice to see his old house and visit some old friends, but it was time that he headed home. He had recieved the notice from Lady Jennet of a Christmas party for the family. He was shocked slightly by the news, knowing that they last time that he was in Holywell, and all that hppened there he was not expecting a friend letter, but more of a prince on his head. He knew that a lot had changed, both with Lady Jennet but also his own family with the addition of Rylan. He saw Ghost off to her next part of her journey, and then turned and headed south, pushing Thunder hard and fast, travelling past many towns, only stopping to rest breifly before travelling on again. With ihs sword at his side, he was not scared of anything happening, that and the fact that there were few horses that could catch up to Thunder in a dead sprint. His travel was quick and peacefull. He made it close to Beaumaris Castle, stopping off at a near by tailor shop and getting a new set of clothes, spending only a little of the money he had made while up in Holywell. He quickly dressed, and then finished the trip just as he saw Lia and little Rylan getting out of the carriage. He waited until they had their back completely turned towards the door, he walked up and picked up his little one, leaning across to tap Lia on her opposite shoulder, wondering which way she might look.
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They had secrued a ship's passage for the next day and Cordelia returned to the Inn for the night. The next day, they sailed to Anglesey and arrived at the castle of Beaumaris. They were escorted to thier rooms on the third floor of the chapel tower, Cordelia casting an eye over the castle that by rights should be hers now. That was something that must be discussed this visit.

~The first day of festivities~

Viceroy had gone down already, it took him far less time to get ready. Sometimes there were advantages to being bald. Finally, her gown laced and her hair pinned she takes a look in the mirror. The jewels at her throat and upon her hands sparkled faintly. She almost didn't recognize herself. She fingers the silk of the gown and chuckles to herself as she thought of her father. He was likely turning in his grave knowing his hated daughter was twice a Viscountess, consort to a Prince, attending the Christosmas celebration of a Princess. Finally, she turns and accepts her fan from Lori.



She pushes open the heavy door, and makes her way down the corridor to the spiral staircase. Holding her dress, she carefully descends until she reaches the level of the Great Hall. She goes to the door and enters, taking in the decorations with a smile. As she edges through the crowd, she spies the faces of many she knew, and a few she did not.

(OOC: Sorry for the post delay, Holidays and laziness)
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Aef heard Jannie's unspoken words and nodded in agreement. Coming alone to different arrangements was never something she enjoyed, so it was great to see someone familiar.

Aef greeted the two unknown ladies and watched adoringly at the two little babies. Life's miracles and especially that of a new life was something she always found fascinating. Aef's tummy rumbled lightly, so she was able to grab some refreshments while Jannie was still adoring the children.

She saw the Princess come in and greeted her as she came to meet her. "Thank you for the invite, M'Lady! I was lucky on the road and had a safe travel, thankfully!" She smiled at Princess Jennet and continued, "Thank you, a turn on the grounds later will be fun!" She had been busy lately with traveling so her training had been neglected a bit.
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Alixandra takes her time coming in. She seems to soak up the decorations, the warmth, and more then one glass of wine from a passing tray.

Not knowing many people she kept clutching the small package she brought and positioned herself near the food.

She looked at all the lovely gowns, trying not to sigh. She avoided looking down at her robe. 'Oy I hope someone doesn't mistake me for the help! If someone tosses something at me, I'm keeping it' she decided.

Chewing on one of the snacks left out, Alix eavesdropped on all the conversations. For the moment, happy to just be on the fringes.

Hi Adam, Robin, its lovely to see you both here and where's Llyres? she looked behind them hoping to see her friend, and frowning a little when she wasn't in the crowd behind Robin. She's not ill?

Jannie's face dropped a little, worried for her friend, before pushing Balthor forward a little, Why don't you and Adam go and have a look around the grounds? I'm sure Jennet wont mind

It was then she noticed a man approaching and she smiled at the newcomer, her hand fluttering to her face as he offered her a drink Oh erhm, that would be lovely, thank you. I dont think we have been introduced. I'm Jannie Beauclerc
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Jannie raised her eyebrow at Robin and Barnaby slightly, wondering whom this newcomer was but assuming that she was in safe hands if he was a guest of Jennet's

Thank you Sir she smiled softly, resting her hand upon his arm and allowing herself to be lead to the drinks table, examining him from beneath her lashes
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Robin shook his head. "No, Jannie, she's not ill, just tired. She'll be down a little later, she just needed a nap from the trip here." He smiled, raising his eyebrow back in return to Jannie as she was led off by Sergi, keeping an eye on her before turning his attention back to Barnaby, nodding to Adam to keep an eye on Balthor while his mother was occupied. "It's good to see you again, Barnaby. It's been a while since we've seen you back home. Will you be coming back to visit anytime soon?"
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Robin smiled and nodded. "I understand, but we all hope to see you in Somerset again soon. And you're more than welcome to stay with us when you pass through Bridgewater. Llyres is well, just tired, like I said. It seems the baby doesn't think carriages and ships make for very good sleep, and much prefers the chambers we were given." His grin widened further at the look on Barnaby's face, nodding since Barnaby hadn't been around to hear the news. "In about five months, we'll have another addition to our little family. Adam's going to be a big brother."
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While Lia waited for someone to open the door, she contemplated knocking again. Suddenly to her side she heard a childish squeal as Rylan's hand left her grip. Rylan.... she began, ready to chastise the boy for running off, as she felt a tap on her opposite shoulder. Turning quickly, she saw no one; then turned her attentions back to where Rylan was, and was suprised to see him wrapped up in his father's arms.

Blades! Lia cried, launching herself into the arm not occupied by Rylan and wrapping her arms around her husband's waist.

Look mama... papa made it, Rylan said, burrowing his head into Blade's neck. Yes poppet he did, Lia said as she raised up on tiptoe to give her husband a kiss.

Seems my dear cousins servants cannot hear the door, she told her husband, her eyes twinkling; both with happiness, dappled with a bit of mischief. Since we are family and all, I think we should just head on in, what's the worse that can happen? she continued, her lips curving into a wry grin.

Lia and Blades knew all to well what could happen, but Lia was sure it wouldn't. Pushing open the door, Lia and her family walked into the Castle, following the lights and the noises. Rylan was pointing out this and that, pestering his papa with questions. Chuckling Lia gazed at her cousin's home, glad they made the visit.

Down the next hallway they turned, there was a servant there. Excuse me miss, but are you supposed to be here? the servant asked, looking as if they were looking for reinforcements.

Pulling out the invitation from her satchel, she showed the servant. I am Elizabeth de Peverel-Holland, cousin to the Princess. I would appreciate you finding her for me, and letting her know our family has arrived, Lia dismissed the servant with a laugh, as the girl looked upon the family wondering if there was truth to Lia's story or not. Just because Lia had stayed out of the public eye for a bit, didn't mean that she didn't belong.

Wrapping an arm around Blades' waist, she leaned into him and whispered as the followed the servant down another hallway, How many people do you think we will see that currently, or at one time or another wanted to see our heads roll? she said with a low chuckle. Lia knew there were people that didn't approve of some of the things she had done in the past, but then again, Lia had never really done anything wrong, or at least that was what the books said.

At that thought Lia chuckled again at her own private thoughts, it was always fun to keep people guessing. Well this should be fun, she said with a smile, ready to see her cousin for the first time in what seemed forever.
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Sergi smiles as he hands jannie a tea cup with tea, as he accepts a hot tea himself,"I migrated here from ireland, but in search of my parents.I was also involved in the war with england during my search for them."Sergi looks at Barnaby's direction,Sergi sighs,"I do remember ,one of the english soldiers put this wound on my leg.I still presisted in my search for my parents, but have realized i will never find them.I landed in england on ship i was working on, and I was adopted by Lady Cordelia,She has been the warmest and her family has been very welcome of my arrival."Sergi smiles as he sips his tea gently while trying to stay balanced on a bad leg.Sergi smiles as he softly taps her shoulder,"It is ok,I have been asked many questions before."Sergi smiles as he laughs."What do you do at a party like this?"Sergi ask humorly.
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Seeing the Princess engaged in conversation with Viceroy, he turned his attention back to Robin and Adam. "I miss home sometimes, and may take you up on your offer to stay with you as Chard didn't particularly feel like the town I left the last time I was there." Hearing the news of Llyres' pregnancy nearly caused him to choke on his drink, though he grinned after the coughing fit passed. "Congratulations to you, Robin" he paused as he caught sight of Llyres entering the hall and waved her over "I'm very excited for both of you, and for you too, lad" nodding and smiling to Adam.

He looked over at Jannie and - What was his name? he thought before it came back to him - Sergitov, noting that Sergitov looked back in his direction briefly. Hearing he was a McDermott reassured him, but his cautious nature caused him to unconscious make a mental note to speak to Cordelia about him.

Barnaby noted with some sadness as he took a drink that several of his friends hadn't made it and turned back to Robin again. "Have you seen Alisa and Egbert or Luja and Bee? Or heard that they weren't coming?"
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Cordelia weaves her way through the crowd, until she happens upon her husband and the Princess. Smiling, she approaches them.
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Sergi smiles,"No,There are no hard feelings.I have my own affairs to tend then to start new issues."Sergi smiles."Prehaps it is time to enjoy the light again?I learned if you stay in solitude,You get nowhere."Sergi smiles as he lifts his cane and taps it on the floor softly."If i stayed moaning and groaning about my troubles,I get nowhere."Sergi smiles as he watches jannie's reaction on what he said.
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Sergi smiles,"Mi' Dear Jannie"Sergi waves his hand across the room,"If we all grumbled about troubles of the past,We not survive to see the future.We only learn from our past."Sergi picks up another tea as he works his second glass.After he takes a sip,"If we all did not take a chance, then where would we all be?I made several myself.I broke away from the cursed church that i was left at,...made my way here to england,by way of a boat to scotland in middle of a war.Then i find this wonderful Woman who took me in, and i hold them dear as who i can view as my parents.We must all take chances for a better future."Sergi smiles hoping she understood.
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Balthor had been stood next to Adam, mimicking the elder boy's moves, as in fact Adam was his own father. He picked up a strange looking food from his platter and popped it into his mouth, his face scrunching up in disgust is the strong favours were released onto his tongue and he started to cough.

He looked at Adam hoping that the boy would notice but he seemed engrossed in the adults, so he turned looking for Mama, the coughing worsening and tears spring to his eyes. Where was Mama, and what to do?, the thing was disgusting and Oh Jah, Balthor coughed and spluttered a little more violently before expelling the contents of his stomach all over the floor. I want my MAMA he started to sob, his voice rising on the final word as he looked at Mama's friends

Jannie smiled, Oh I have no complaints about my past, for it has been as eventful and rewarding as yours sounds. In fact it has shaped and moulded me into the person you see before you and I'm grateful for the journey I had to take in order to reach this point in my life

She paused, hearing a noise and what sounded remarkably like Balthor's voice raised above the chatter of the room. She turned her head back in the direction of the group she had left Balthor with only to jump as Robin and Llyres son appeared at her elbow Hello Adam, her eyes scanning behind him, around the room until they focused upon Robin and Llyres with what appeared to be a bedraggled and despondent Balthor Oh you have come to fetch me? Thank you she allowed the boy neither time to deliver his message, nor to respond before she turned back to Sergi It appears my son is in need of me, please excuse me will you? I have to attend to him.

Turning she dropped the tea cup lightly onto the table, before hurrying quickly across the room to where a very grin looking child was being cared for by Robin and Llyres Oh my, thank you. How is he, do we know what's wrong she reached a hand out to sooth his forehead I think I best call for my carriage, she looked at Robin would you mind?
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Llyres caught Barnaby's eye and waved happily, eager to greet her much missed friend and wish him a happy new year. Reaching Robin's side, with a kiss on his cheek and a murmur apologizing for being so long, she'd just managed to gaze around the room when young Balthor needed some help and comfort.

Adam whisked off to gather Jannie from where she was in polite conversation with a man Llyres did not recognize. She was pleased to see Balthor brighten as his mother returned to her side.

Merry Christosmas and Happy New Year, Jannie, she hugged her friend lightly, a sympathetic look in her eyes. I'm sure it was just the pate that upset his young tastebuds.
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The McNeils together with their nanny, Matilda, had arrived in town on New Years Eve. It was too late to make passage to Beaumaris so they booked some rooms in a local inn. That evening they had joined in the celebrations, and a good time was had by all, maybe too good a time.

The next morning, Nigel awoke to a pounding headache, he thought last night had been fun, but maybe I'm going to regret it today. After laying there a few minutes, he got out of bed and got washed and dressed. Then he writes a quick note for Aldea explaining he was going to get some fresh air and arrange passage across to Anglesey and Beaumaris. Nigel then goes downstairs and leaves the inn.

Thirty minutes later Nigel arrives back, with a much clearer head and the passage all booked. He then goes back to the room to see if Aldea is awake. Once everyone is awake, washed and dressed, they all have breakfast in the inn. Nigel arranges with the Innkeeper to leave the horses and wagon at the Inn whilst they are at the castle. Glad they had brought so little luggage with them Nigel and the others head down to the docks and board the ship that will take them across to Anglesey.
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Nigel and Aldea stand at the railing of the ship as it sets off across to the Isle of Anglesey. They were lucky to have found a ship that was taking goods across that they could get passage on. Nigel puts his arm around Aldea as they stand there with the children and Matilda.

As he turns to Aldea, Nigel notices her paleness, he thinks maybe she is feel a bit quesy from the motion of the ship and he decides to try to take her mind off it.

"Come on everyone let's go to the front of the ship. Who will be first to see the docks on Anglesey or the castle?"
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Jennet returned Jannie's warm hug and smiled softly down at Balthor, who had hidden quickly behind his mother's leg. She thanked Jannie for her compliments on the beauty of Beaumaris, and politely neglected to mention that this was only one of her castles and manors that were spread out all over England. Though Beaumaris was by far the Princess' favorite and the house at which she spent the most leisurely time. There was something about the island of Anglesey that brought Jennet peace. The people were most agreeable and the mixture of wonder at the ancient standing stones, natural beauty of the sea, and modern industry was so very suitable to the Princess that very often she had the greatest of difficulty leaving, even when far London called.

Lady Aelan's curtsy surprised Jennet, and she reached a hand out to the young woman in greeting. "Please, my lady, there is no need for such formality here in Anglesey. In London, I am 'Her Royal Highness'. Here I am simply Jennet, and you are among friends. Cordelia is one of my dearest friends. I should have known the resemblance immediately. You are most welcome, please make yourself at home."

Jennet nodded and smiled at Sergitov and Malan as they entered, and at Alixandra who had accompanied them. Robin and Adam came into the hall and joined the crowd, at which Jennet raised a hand in greeting. She asked Amelia to go and attend to Thalia with her delightful bundle while the Princess herself stood in conversation with Viceroy.

A shadow passed over Jennet's face as Viceroy mentioned that she would have to keep up with her godson when Viceroy himself was gone. Nearing 50 years of age, the Princess knew that her friend was much older than her own 28 years, but nevertheless, there was always that hope that the two of them would live forever, taunting the establishment and fighting the good fight shoulder to shoulder. The mere thought that the day would come when Viceroy was no longer there saddened the Princess' heart, and she had to shake the feeling of dread off with great difficulty.

"Oh, Viceroy, fie on you for such a thought. After all, who is to say but that young Michael Mortimer will not be hard pressed to keep up with his godmother?" She winked at him and continued in response to his question, "I feel as if we've invited half the kingdom for supper. Let's see, we are still missing Nigel and Aldea, and Luka and Bee from Somerset shall hopefully be along shortly. I have also invited my cousin Ceana from Scotland. You know, the one that married the Campbell lad. But I have so far not heard if she will attend. We hear that the Scots can be quite captivating."

Jennet chuckled and went to embrace Cordelia as she entered the room, turning at the last moment to wave and cast a bright smile upon the Earl Marshal, returning his cheerful greeting, "Merry Christosmas, Barnaby!" with perhaps a touch more cheer than normal.



A slightly startled servant had just come scampering up to the Princess, quickly attempting to tell her the news of who exactly had just arrived when the group in question entered the Great Hall. There before her was a sight she had not seen in many a year, her own cousin Lia, with Blades and a young boy that she could only assume was their son, Rylan. He bore a striking resemblance to both of his parents.

Jennet had heard some long while ago that her former friends and family, turned blood enemies after the events in Chester, had left the Wolves of Sherwood, this time for good. Scattered reports had reached her since that had confirmed this news. Jennet was hesitant. She had believed such things before, only to be fooled. But there was something about this time that made her hopeful. She had spent weeks fretting over whether or not to send the invitation in the first place, but, at last, she had. If the two of them meant harm, there were enough guards around Beaumaris that she was certain she would be well. And, if the rumors were true, then she felt it was important to offer a hand in friendship as they redeemed themselves. They were, after all, family.

The Princess took a deep breath and squared her shoulders as the poor startled house maid pointed frantically at the people in the doorway. Jennet calmed the woman and muttered, "It will be alright, Alis." She did a mental check of where all of the sharp objects were to hand in case she needed one rapidly, the old reflexes of so long ago stirring beneath the veneer of the courtly and well mannered princess, and then she walked across the room gracefully.

"Lia...cousin...Blades...welcome to my home...to our home," she amended, making note that Beaumaris was the family castle. She paused for a moment before reaching her arms out to the blonde woman, wondering if she would accept the gesture, and at her willingness to offer it. "And this young man must be my cousin Rylan," Jennet turned a comforting smile on the boy and knelt before him, offering her hand to the child.

It was then that young Balthor seemed to find the pâté disagreeable and his mother began to usher him out. Jennet quickly called Alis over to attend to the young man and his mother, and to offer rooms to Jannie and Balthor should they wish to remain, though retire for a time until the child was feeling better.

Somewhere in the midst of it all, the minstrels began to sing once more.

Ma'oz Tzur
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Lia had to laugh as her cousin's servant seemed agitated. Truth be told, usually the presence of herself, or her husband sent guards scampering. But since all the dealings in Chester, and her resounding fallout with her old family of the wolves, Lia had retreated to a more private life, content for now to stay at home with her young son. This could have been brought about by the kidnapping of Rylan during their stay in Chester, or just the fact that Lia was looking for a change.

Entering the Grand Hall, Lia had to contain her laughter as the servant scampered up to her cousin, and she could see the emotions playing across her cousin's face. Determined for a new beginning, Lia moved forward with Blades and Rylan to greet her cousin.

Taking the offered gesture of welcome from Jennet, Lia accepted the hug, and hugged in return. You are looking lovely as always my dear cousin, Lia said, taking in her cousin's appearance. It has been many a year, but I think it's time to heal old wounds.

Watching Jennet turn to Rylan, she chuckled as the young boy wrapped his arms around his father's leg and buried his head in his father's trousers. Rylan, don't play shy, she chuckled lightly. Disentangling him from his father's leg, Lia bent down to the five year old's level.

Rylan, this is mama's cousin Jennet, she told him, giving him a smile. You have more family than just me and papa, so say hello.

'ello, Rylan whispered, still taking it all in. Tugging at his mama's skirts he whispered, Does that mean there are others for me to play with?

Lia chuckled and looked to her cousin for an answer. I don't know poppet, I think there is more family than even I am aware of. Perhaps we'll meet a few, she told him.

Brightening at the activity in the room, Lia looked around. Perhaps we'll meet some of mama and papa's friends, she told Rylan, taking his hand. In a voice only her husband and cousin could hear she whispered, Or perhaps we might see some of our old enemies.
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He had happened upon Jennet in the streets of London, during the first day of his visit to England. In true English fashion, the first thing he was given was an invitation to a party. I guess some stereotypes are true, he chuckled to himself as he now found himself walking along the road that led to Anglesey with his cousin Ceana.

I hope you know I'm going to blame you for all of this if things don't go over well tonight, he gave her his usual sarcastic grin. He was never one to resist a god jab and the joking always helped settle his nerves. It was an odd mix of the curiosity of meeting new people and trepidation at knowing he was bound to be the odd person at the gathering. Still, his own curiosity always won out and he had decided to come, if nothing else he could help reinforce some of their convictions of just how barbaric Campbell men could be. Also he jumped at the opportunity to do as the English due and use his title where it meant something, in England, unlike Scotland.

As he approached the entrance, he wasn't quite sure if he should just walk in and make some sort of grand entrance, or wait for some servant to happen up on him and lead him to where he needed to be. In typical Lance fashion, he picked the first option and headed right through the doors into the inviting interior of the Castle. It seemed this was a bit of a family gathering, or at least close friends. He saw the crowd ahead of him, all unfamiliar, embracing each other in greeting.

Thinking better of jumping right into the thick of things, he turned to Ceana, indicating for her to introduce both of them . . .
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Viceroy nods towards Sergitov. Hearing Ladyjennet tease, he chuckled. "I do remember I was one fiesty young boy once," he said with a wink.

Sergi holds the cup tea study as he walks back to where King Viceroy and queen Lady Cordelia are located."I am sorry for the absence,My throat was a little parched."Sergi smiles as he lifts his cup for a sip of the warm tea.
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As everyone started to move towards the dining room, Cordelia finds her husband and takes his hand. As they enter, she looks at the table and catches Jennet's eye with a smile.
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After dodging some highwaymen near Sussex Cardinal Faheud arrives at the castle
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Llyres stood in close conference with her husband Robin and their son Adam, observing the various interactions among the guests. She watched wariness erase from faces, eased both by the welcoming reception of the princess and the presence of so many little ones. She looked forward to her own
opportunity to wish their hostess best of the season.

Barnaby's call to dinner startled her out of her musings, With a relaxed smile but eyes bright and merry, the blonde tugged lightly at her husband's sleeve. Come, love, I wonder if we'll recognize any of the dishes, and if the newlyweds Alisa and Egbert will remember to eat, she softly teased, guiding her family to the beautiful dining table.
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Barnaby watched amusedly as people filed into the dining hall, slowly coming over to stand by Jennet, his hand once again settling on her lower back. "Your wish is my command, Highness" he teased, dropping into a low bow before standing up and grinning at her.

He noted Jannie coming back down and waved as her gaze settled on him. "Balthor all settled then?" he spoke quietly as she walked up to him, glad she'd decided to stay. Barnaby nodded to Robin and Llyres as they passed into the hall for dinner, waiting for all the other guests to be seated before entering himself with Jennet.
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"That's what happens when you lay down for a nap on a comfortable bed" Arch muttered to himself as he quickly washed his face in an effort to wake up and look presentable for dinner. As soon as he was dressed, he hurried downstairs and eventually managed to find the banquet hall. Ah, just in time after all.

Arch smiles, keeping his eyes on the lookout for Revan and Lillian as he approaches the guests slowly making their way to the banquet hall. Happy to see a few familiar faces, he patiently waits for breaks in conversations before greeting friends and acquaintances.
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Malan had spent some time freshening up after the journey. It had taken more out of her than she had thought. She spent more than a few minutes standing in the corridor trying to work up the courage to go into the bustle and noise of the party.

You are far too old to be afraid of parties and meeting new faces. Now pull yourself together and stop dithering! She had to tell herself this quite sharply several times.

She stepped out just as the call for dinner came and was relieved that she did not have to mingle immediately. Instead she simply followed the others towards the dining area even managing to smile a little when she saw some of the children.

She looked around anxiously for her family members, hoping she would recognize them after all this time.

Jennet nearly jumped out of her own skin as Barnaby yelled out, “Dinner is on the table, so eat while it’s hot!” It was only the playful expression on his handsome face which forestalled the swat to his arm which had been coming. The low bow from the Earl Marshal and the grin caused her to break out into an open giggle. “My command, eh? We shall have to test your resolve in that during your stay here, my dear,” Jennet teased in return.

Cardinal Faheud arrived and Jennet welcomed him to her home warmly, ushering him in from the bitter chill. She saw Jannie return from settling Balthor, knowing that the household maids would watch over him well, as they did all things. Side by side with Barnaby, she also nodded at Robin and Llyres and their son, hoping that they would get to speak more over dinner.

When Egbert addressed her, Jennet stopped and held out her hand in greeting, “My lord Egbert, welcome. I am so glad that you and your lady wife could make it so soon after the wedding. Alisa and I have met often in the halls of the Royal Honors Authority, and I was delighted to hear that she had found such a suitable match. Why, I swear I hear nothing but good of you, sir.”

The notion was all so new, but Jennet smiled a bit shyly at Barnaby and nodded in agreement, “Yes…’we’.” The thought of touring Somerset on the arm of the man by her side suddenly set the Princess’ heart a flutter, and her cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink before her characteristic court training came to bear and pushed down the wave of pleasant emotion that had just wept over her.

It was at that very moment that Mistress Mairwen entered the hall, a bit of snow swirling around her as the door opened and then abruptly shut, pushed closed by one of the footman in royal livery who stood scattered about at various entrances and exits. Mairwen took one moment to size up the room, not bothering to bow to lord or lady or Prince, as she caught sight of Jennet and marched towards her with purposeful stride.

“I will have ye know, Your Highness, that yer request has been carried out, and with no small amount of skill and precision, I’ll warrant, by my own strapping lads. Why they’ve marched the things all the way over from the pasture where the firepits were built. But no finer and no better can ye have for such a dinner, of that ye can be sure.” The aging woman stood in that self satisfied way that said even if no one else noticed, she knew that she had completed a job well done and was content with her duties fulfilled.

An amused smirk appeared at the corner of Jennet’s mouth and she nodded and straightened, affecting a more serious tone than her face portrayed. “Why, thank you, Mistress Mairwen. I knew that if anyone could accomplish such a gargantuan task, it would be you. I trust that the items in question have been delivered to Cook and that our other guests will be soon on their way?”

“Cook has them, yes indeed, and she was taking a knife to them even before I had left that great roaring kitchen of yers. As to the ‘guests,’ they’ll come, and soon, though why ye would bother with such a thing...well, the town council did discuss whether ye might be a wee bit touched, but all in all ‘twas decided that it was a right generous gesture and there was no very great harm in it.”

“Very sensible,” Jennet agreed and nodded sternly , barely able to keep the laughter from bursting forth from her lips.

“I’d best be back to shooing that lot along, but don’t ye be forgetting that all of this must needs be replaced come spring, and four sharp new knives to boot.”

“I should be ashamed if ever I forget such a thing, Mistress. One of my staff shall accompany you to Holywell come spring and all shall be returned to you, my word to Jah’s ear.”

The town woman made a satisfied grunt that sounded somewhat like “mhmmph” and turned on her heel without acknowledgement more and traipsed back into the bitter weather. The very moment that the door slammed shut, the Princess burst out into laughter so merry and bright that she temporarily forgot her guests entirely and simply laughed in merriment at the joy of living here on this blessed isle with these most eccentric and dear people.

Some time later, all had entered the great hall and been properly seated at the expansive table which dominated the room. White candles burned warmly in silver candelabra, reflecting off crisp white tablecloths, and all was warmed about by the two crackling fireplaces which had been poked and prodded to burn brighter by the footman set the task. Jennet turned as the door leading from the kitchens opened wide and Giovanni entered clad in his most elegant steward’s attire, followed by what seemed like an army of serving staff carrying a dizzying array of rich dishes

“Principessa, Your Royal Highness,” Giovanni intoned formally, looking first to the Princess and then to Viceroy, “Honored guests, the first course is served!”

Silver serving platters heaped high with fresh fruits from the isle already adorned the table, most prominently full of apples grown right here on the island. Jennet glanced at Barnaby sitting next to her and she absently wondered if she would get to share the story of these apples with him during the evening. That intriguing story, like so many others, she longed to share with him because she knew instinctively that he would appreciate the wee bit of history and myth just as much as she did.

“Cawl Cennin!” Giovanno called out, as the soup tureens on the side board were opened, the aromas wafting over the dinner guests temptingly. With great care, the creamed leek soup was ladled into elegant porcelain bowls and set before the guests, along with a small plate of the most delicate manchet bread and butter.





“Oak Smoked Anglesey Sea Bass!” Giovanni announced as the servants carrying the trenchers with the whole fish surrounded by vegetables placed them in the center row of the table at intervals along.



“Steamed cockles in garlic and butter!”



“And roast goose!”



The table nearly filled to overflowing with dishes, and this merely being the first of three courses for the evening, Jennet wondered if her guests were quite ready for a truly royal feast filled with the aromas and flavors of this fertile island, but she called for the wine glasses to be filled, and reached for Barnaby’s hand discretely under the table.

“Please, everyone, help yourselves!” she announced happily.
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Cardinal Faheud was delighted in the feast displayed, and wondered how the cooks had managed an array as brilliant as the people gathered in the hall
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Smiling at Sergitov as he came into her view Thank you for waiting, I have managed to settle Balthor for now. Shall we go dine?

Turning towards the dining room she looked at the man, her steps matching his as he led the way towards a table and some empty chairs, wondering what the rest of the evening would hold for her
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Sergitov smiles as he offers his arm for jannie,"Food sounds good at this time."Sergitov smiles as he pulls a chair out for Lady Jannie.Sergitov smiles as he takes a glass or two of ale off one of the servants serving drinks.He offers a ale to Lady Jannie."Mi'Dear Lady,Are you thirsty?"Sergitov smiles.
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Sergitov smiles as he sips his ale."I am kind of the unoticed one so far,but to you."Sergi smiles."I came here by means of boat, and some odd issues."Sergi smiles."I do enjoy your company.It has been awhile since i have done anything fun.I hope that you would enjoy a walk after we eat?Sergitov speaks.
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Sergi smiles,"That would be fine.I can use some companionship these days."Sergi smiles as he admires the food before food."This looks wonderful."Sergi smiles.
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Aye the food looks wonderful and it's a pleasure to sit down and enjoy a meal with people. she smiled and took a forkfull of food, popping it into her mouth before swallowing and looking around the table.

I also have very little company these days. My sister and I live a quiet existence in Bridgewater, along with my son Balthor and our cousin Rebecca. The friends I have I can count on one hand, I like it like that since I have been hurt once to many by double standards and nastiness, I prefer to avoid those situations, hence it is a rarity these days for me to attend such functions. However I have know Jennet since, well she laughed lightly actually since before my marriage, In fact Jennet was a guest at it, and Barnaby is a dear friend from Chard so when the invite arrived I couldn't refuse, especially since Balthor things Barnaby is both a dragon slayer and a gaint tamer she giggled and her shoulders shook a little with concealed mirth, Anyway, Jannie continued when the laughter had subsided, enough about me
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