Nar 15, 228: The Promise

The Promise
Summary: Princess Caillin visits the Baroness Wenna Riverwynd, who was brutally hurt by her own husband. After some talks a promise was given.
OOC Date: 18/07/2013 (OOC)
Related: None
Players:
Wenna Caillin 
The Greenshire suite
The other room smell faintly of oranges and lemons. The windows are kept open, allowing in natural light and fresh air. It is a large-sized room and the walls have been white washed. The stone floor is covered with woven rugs instead of rushes. The focal point of the room is a massive queen size four post bed that has been carved from oak. The headboard and footboard have hand-carved garlands with oak leaves and acorns accenting them, and both the footboard and headboard are flanked on each side by twisting columns topped with finials. Entwining the twisting columns are garlands of oak leaves and acorns. The bed has a sage green and dark green brocade comforter on it. Contrasting pillows have been arranged upon it to give the bed an inviting feel. Flanking the bed are two nightstands that match the bed in style. On each of the nightstands rests an oil lamp. Both lamps have chimneys made of glass, complimenting the room nicely. Opposite the bed is a large oak armoire that has been carved with oaks trees on it, it is beautiful despite its simple design, and functional as well, evidenced by the owner's clothes within it. At the foot of the bed there is a large wooden chest that is heavily carved with flowers and plants used for healing.
Nar 15, 228

The Greenshire suite is quiet and from the main room one of the side doors is open.

The other room smell faintly of oranges and lemons. The windows are kept open, allowing in natural light and fresh air. It is a large-sized room and the walls have been white washed. The stone floor is covered with woven rugs instead of rushes. The focal point of the room is a massive queen size four post bed that has been carved from oak. The headboard and footboard have hand-carved garlands with oak leaves and acorns accenting them, and both the footboard and headboard are flanked on each side by twisting columns topped with finials. Entwining the twisting columns are garlands of oak leaves and acorns. The bed has a sage green and dark green brocade comforter on it. Contrasting pillows have been arranged upon it to give the bed an inviting feel. Flanking the bed are two nightstands that match the bed in style. On each of the nightstands rests an oil lamp. Both lamps have chimneys made of glass, complimenting the room nicely. Opposite the bed is a large oak armoire that has been carved with oaks trees on it, it is beautiful despite its simple design, and functional as well, evidenced by the owner's clothes within it. At the foot of the bed there is a large wooden chest that is heavily carved with flowers and plants used for healing.

Across from the bed is a large fireplace and flanking the fire place are two potted trees one is a small lemon tree and other is an orange tree. At each of the windows in the room there are planted boxes that are filled with herbs and flowers. The plants offer a splashes of color to the bright and airy room.

Laying on the bed is a woman dressed in a silk chemise and laying on a bed. Her brown hair is dull and has been brushed and braided. On the bed side table there is sits a small clear bottle with brown paste in it and a goblet of wine. The woman is awake and is staring out at the window boxes.

Very silent, maybe even a little bit bashful knock on the door may be heared. A sigh follows it. Woman sigh. Young woman.

The sound of knocking gets her attention but when none answer the door, she calls out without thinking. "Please enter!" Her voice is loud but there is a weakness to it a breeze that has picked up speed and then peters out.

The woman does not rise from the bed, but she tries to look out of her door from where she is perched on her bed to see who it is.

Doors slowly jars in opening. Young girl steps inside. Her flaxen hair are tied in a ponytail and sways somewhere on her back. The dress made of silk is so light, that even without wind, it looks like the gown is moving slightly. The golden colour of the cloth, and flaxen hair, bright face… Is it a messager from the Gods and Goddess? Is it a soul? Is it Oblivion? Some people heared she is quite beautiful!
"I am sorry," very soft voice leaves girl's throat. The same voice, which giggles and laughs and speaks with commoners so warmly. "Am I disturbing? Can I walk in, M'lady?.." and curious grey eyes find a woman in her bed. A little bit more boldly girl steps closer. Just then, it becomes obvious, that this is the Princess. The princess, who decided to come here for no reason or for a reason.

Using her arms the woman pulls herself into a more seated position but she is still resting against her pillows. "You may come into the bedroom your highness." She says but she makes no move to become more formal than that. Her energy is gone. "You are not disturbing me, I am here alone at the moment, I have nothing but time." Her voice is kind and gentle.
Girl sighs and approaches the bed. When she is close enough, she bows her head "Sooo…" she examines all these bruises "You are not a mistress after all…" drawls girl and looks around the room, taking a chair and carring it closer near the bed. Caillin takes a seat "Do you need some help? I can help! Do you want some water? Some food? I believe, my cousin found you the best healers?" Obviously, princess looks quite worried "It so so sad… Everything what happened…" she shakes her head angrily now, and firmly grinds fists to her own knees. "Why I wasn't there? Why? I could stop him and… He should be in…" girl is lack of air, so she stops for a moment, but continues examining all the bruisers with the rith in her eyes.

"My sweet, child your company is enough. If you were there you would have been harmed. Not everything in the world is so black and white. There are shades of grey, our knights in shining armor are tarnished and those that one would not see as a knight or prince are the ones who are knight from the stories of old." She says to her. "I am Wenna Riverwynd, it is pleasure to meet you again. The Chancellor has been very kind to me and has helped. As for the why there are those in this world who know little in the way of kindness and compassion. They see it as weakness when it is a strength." She pauses.

"They must be punished!" shouts Caillin and flinches from the echo, which brings so angry tone back "I am sorry, M'lady… I was…" she softens her voice once more "I know… Believe me, I know. I saw hundreds of commoners, who are knights and princes in their hearts. And I saw so many nobles, knights, even princes, who are… who are just bewitched by the Inouv or…" voice trembles slightly, from worry or spite, or even ruth "They are lost souls…"
Caillin raises her head, sticking these grey eyes straight to Wenna. Girl extands her hand, just to take the hand of that poor woman in front of her. Princess carries that hand near her heart and whispers "I spoke with priestess… I spoke with my father… I will become the servant of the Light and I promise you, that I will fight for justice. I will find these lost souls and I will try to help them. But if it will be too late… I… I…" a firm bite is given for a rosebud lip, before girl finishes "I will make sure, that these, who carries a virus of cruelty and… The virus spread by Inouv… That these people would be separated. They can't spread this desease!"

"When you are in the temple you will not have the power to make changes, your voice will be lost." The woman points out as she moves to take the Princess' hand. "Are you certain you truly understand your position in the temple or are you chasing a white knight that is in the form of an ideal?" She pauses. "I would not say it is a virus but part of our condition. Every man and woman has the ability to be kind and compassionate and they also have the ability to cruel and evil. Choices are made every day. You assume that all nobles are evil and therefor all commoners are good. But the only thing that truly separates us is might and power. We are the same in many ways. We all bleed the same color." Wenna's voice is quiet and weak.

"Answer me this do you think that church will be able to give justice or do you think that juice comes from the laws of the king?"

Caillin straightens in her seat, though, still firmly clenches the hand of Wenna, that she could feel how sure young girl is, that she is not flinching or anything. "If I would become one of the Chosen, I could make chances. I would be Princess /and/ the Chosen one. I could do a huge influence even for a King. While…" Young girl frowns "While if I am just a princess… I can't do anything. I do not have voice, because I am just apretty princess, who will be sold for a Baron or Duke…" Girl shakes her head "Becoming Duchess or Baroness from the Princess is…" Caillin blushes and hurres to explain "I don't want to offend you, but… I just wanted to say, that… They do not have power," girl finally releases the hand of Wenna "I must become Queen. When I can change things. If I am not a queen… I will be able to bring justice and light to our mortal lifes, just being the princess /and/ the Chosen!" tone of the young girl is very firm and tells, that Caillin realy believes what she says.

"You would cease to be a princess and you would just be cloistered. You would not be able to do as you have been doing, there would be no influence. The temple is a reflection of what is happening. Even a baroness is a steward of their land and their people. Sometimes one needs to make small changes before they can make large changes. I am healer and apothecary by skill and a very good one, there are others like me but would you say that I have done nothing? Small changes can lead to larger ones." Wynne smiles gently.

"People would remember me as princess, my father would remember me as his duaghter. My father is the King!" girl still tries to explain to Wenna "Gods and Goddess are speaking through the lips of the Chosen one. Even the King has to listen for the Gods and Goddess… Moreover…" Caillin perks slightly "I am learning to be a healer too. I have some skills. Would be very nice, if you could become my tutor too, when you raise fro your bed!" However, this idea is quickly changed again "Anyway, I know, that I was born to make changes. Huge changes. And I will make them. Right now, my title does not let to do it. I can not become the Queen. But I can become the one, who will speak with Gods and Goddess," girl raises her look at the ceilings as it would be a sky "They already do and gifts me with skills to make even the sadest soul to smile, to make even the drakest soul find a ligth inside!" Caillin stands up on her feet and glances at Wenna once more "I promise you, that… These, who hurt you will be find by justice. And if I won't be able to bring the justis as princess, I will do it later, when I will be the Chosen one!" She leans to place a kiss on woman's forehead "Rest now and remember, that now you will be safe. My eyes will watch you and nobody will hurt a woman like this in my home!" Even if she is just a small little princess, she trully believes, that she can fight that cruel man. She is firm and self-confident about it. Girl offers a smile for Wenna and leaves the room.

"I should rest; It will take me a while to heal. But keep in mind what I said, my brother prizes my wise council.. How much power will you truly be able to wield when you cease to be what you are right now." Wenna's eyes close and she is drifting off to sleep.

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