Isemay helped her push silver rings over her braids and placed the sapphire set circlet over her head. It was plain silver, other than the fiery orange. Gold was all and well, but it would hardly match the colours of her dress, would it? Morgana found the lavish jewels a little tasteless "That will be all Isemay" the girls curtsied and left the room, closing doors behind her. A hand fell to her belly, and she groaned a little. If lying in bed didn't make her even more restless, she would this week. She knew it was feeble, but if she could get away with it, she didn't care. It was terrible for her, the pain in her back and her hips, her thighs. She wasn't shy about asking Gaius for remedies, it was just that....Merlin was always there, and she always felt a strange sensation in her chest when she was around him, like he could see into her and tell what she was thinking.
She pushed herself up from the stool and brushed down her skirts, only the best for her King - light blue brocade with a dark over tunic and long bell sleeves.
* * * * * * * *The guards either side of the doors opened them for her, and she walked in. Her dyed, soft leather shoes crunched on the rushes beneath her feet, making the scent of flowers and herbs rise. The torches were lit, despite the hour and it gave the large hall a golden glow. She smiled and bowed her head at Knights and Lords, a few Lady courtiers, and curtsied at an aged Duke. She recognised him from council meetings she had managed to spy on as a child - he'd always had an eye for her mother, as she recalled.
As she came up to the dias, she clutched at her skirts and curtsied low "Your Highness" she arched a brow and rose up, eyeing him with vague interest. She wondered where Arthur was, Sir Balan, Sir Percival. What it very wrong to have any eye for Percival, the young Knight? He was just as tall and broad as the older Knights "I apologise for not visiting sooner...I have been making correspondence with friends in Brittany and Cornwall. My Cornish is becoming quite terrible" she waved a hand, a little flighty gesture. He didn't want him to think she had been getting up to anything too intelligent - a woman with a mind, how absurd to think!
"I hope you have been well?" she smiled a bright smile, gave a serving boy a side glance and swept a goblet of wine from him, taking a delicate sip. It would be best for him not to know of her heavy drinking too. Ladies drank watered wine of the court, not the strong stuff of the battle camps.
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