Post by Lady Edfeil on Jan 2, 2013 9:31:10 GMT -5
Despite the threat that had been looming over them, the last weeks had been calm, peaceful. She nae dared to hope that whoever these men from Dorian's past were would just.. disappear, but she could at least relish the peace while it lasted. And pray God when this was dealt with, it would last for the rest of her reign.
Still...it nae seemed as iffen an immediate attack was planned and a small celebration seemed nae to be amiss as the last day of Christmas was nearing. Twelfth night. A night of so many a promise and hope. And a night of fun.
She would send word to the kitchens to prepare a simple feast, a hearty one for those who would manage to travel through the winter. And a king cake. Oh aye.. they definitely needed a king cake and a lord of misrule. And a bowl of Wassail.
Still...it nae seemed as iffen an immediate attack was planned and a small celebration seemed nae to be amiss as the last day of Christmas was nearing. Twelfth night. A night of so many a promise and hope. And a night of fun.
She would send word to the kitchens to prepare a simple feast, a hearty one for those who would manage to travel through the winter. And a king cake. Oh aye.. they definitely needed a king cake and a lord of misrule. And a bowl of Wassail.