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Jan. 10th, 2008 10:26 pmNot long after Midwinter, the air turned bitingly cold. Word is a great frost settled in the north, and has yet to lift.
At least the royal apartments are kept warm, Thayet thinks, kissing her son's forehead. Still, she tightens the sash on her thick robe before she slips out, leaving him to his dreams. Warm and clean and perfectly cozy.
Trailing her fingers along the wall of the passageway leading back to her bedroom, she stifles an ungracious sigh and watches her long, slim toes peek out from under her lavish hem as she walks. Things have looked different to Thayet since Roald was born. More and more she focuses on simplicity where it can be found, lest she choke on the splendor.
She's not unhappy or ungrateful, far from it, but sometimes when she's speaking with Buri, or manages to groom her own horse, she finds herself missing certain aspects of her old life.
Jon is in her room, as he is most every night, reading border reports. He says he likes the light, but she knows he likes the company and the freedom. It's one of the only places in the palace where he knows he won't be disturbed. Seeing him in the big chair by the fire, she smiles fondly.
"My lord, there's something I'd like to discuss."
Thayet's brow wrinkles. She hadn't intended to bring it up tonight, but now is as good a time as any.
At least the royal apartments are kept warm, Thayet thinks, kissing her son's forehead. Still, she tightens the sash on her thick robe before she slips out, leaving him to his dreams. Warm and clean and perfectly cozy.
Trailing her fingers along the wall of the passageway leading back to her bedroom, she stifles an ungracious sigh and watches her long, slim toes peek out from under her lavish hem as she walks. Things have looked different to Thayet since Roald was born. More and more she focuses on simplicity where it can be found, lest she choke on the splendor.
She's not unhappy or ungrateful, far from it, but sometimes when she's speaking with Buri, or manages to groom her own horse, she finds herself missing certain aspects of her old life.
Jon is in her room, as he is most every night, reading border reports. He says he likes the light, but she knows he likes the company and the freedom. It's one of the only places in the palace where he knows he won't be disturbed. Seeing him in the big chair by the fire, she smiles fondly.
"My lord, there's something I'd like to discuss."
Thayet's brow wrinkles. She hadn't intended to bring it up tonight, but now is as good a time as any.
