Post by Lady Edfeil on Dec 25, 2015 9:23:29 GMT -5
*From the pen of Edfeil Jelckema de Stormblade, R.*
It be a strange thing to keep records of the keep, but now that my first son Aerich be born, I wish for him to see how his mother and those around her lived in the years of his youth. Know my son that you are born in times that are changing. Some things remain the same, and I hope that in later years, when you take the throne they too will be at the heart of Windstorm.
There are visitors aplenty. Though few travel in winter, the yule season be an exception. Several months ago, a lass from the country named Abbie appeared on our doorstep, and I hope she has found a happy home here, though at times she seems uncertain of her steps. Another young woman too has arrived at the castle but scant days ago. She seems kind and her mother has sent her to Windstorm to find a husband. I be hoping I can find someone who be suited to her. Sir Robere has returned a few weeks ago from his journey to the lands of the Scots, and I will admit I find some of the things he told me of the castle's defenses to be unsettling.
Sir Sebastian too be traveling and busy. His business be thriving, and the goods that come through his hands have been brought from the continent, and even from France with which we have had so little trade.
A member of the order of the White Lion has arrived and be helping yer uncle. My son, by the time you read these words, you will know of the reasons behind some of your uncle's behaviour. I dare not entrust those to the pen, and God willing a solution will have been found that is better than what is in place now, for I will admit.. it is a painful thing to deal with. Know though, that whatever happened Prince Dieter has always had your mother's trust.
In this year, your uncle Prince Ulbecht began courting the lady Jordis, my ward. And I have hopes that it will become a match ere the next year be finished. That is.... if the dark clouds that arrive from Rouen soon blow over. For ten years I have maintained the peace in Windstorm. We've had our share of turmoil, but never since the Vikings have troops tried to seize our lands. I hope such will remain, but the wheels of politics are in motion now, and I fear there are consequences unforeseen from the choices I've made.
Yet life is good, Aerich, and I never wish for you to forget such.
There are the small joys, like the secret of the tree that appeared within our hall without a ward, and with none of the guards admitting to knowing how a tree more than 9 feet tall appeared overnight within our great hall. There are joys of the season, in mulled wine and bringing out those adornments carved or given years ago. A greater joy even was bestowed on me some evenings back when the duchess of Dubh Aonach offered to give me her oath of allegiance and fealty. She has been a friend of me for so many a year, and be strong even in her widowhood. There are times I think the throne befits her better than me. On Twelfth Night, her oath will be one of the things that strengthens me, and that strengthens Windstorm.
Your aunt Nichole, from Blackthorne Castle be recovering from a heavy illness in which we were of.. some help, I believe, though so far I have nae yet managed to convince your father to have a visit to see for myself. I've worried of her.
Lord Verrier visited the other day and invited us to visit for Twelfth Night as we have done in years past. THis will be your first year, and the year in which you will be acknowledged to all as the heir to the throne of Windstorm. I hope you will bear this burden lighter than I have done. And if ever you hear a ballad of your mother wielding a throwing ax, know that most of what it says be untrue, and that naught but a wood jester in burlap bore the brunt of the blow I inadvertently dealt.
A storm is brewing Aerich.. I can feel it. And I do not know what to do. The Defenders and your father are counseling me to vigilance.. and I know there are missives going to and fro with Fryseland. I know they are prepared to send troops should such become necessary, but I hope and pray peace can be preserved.... In the mean time, the walls be manned even in the bitter cold of winter. Always remember those that do their duty to God and Crown, my son and reward them for their loyalty as you return it to them.
May God give you joy,
Edfeil R.
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It be a strange thing to keep records of the keep, but now that my first son Aerich be born, I wish for him to see how his mother and those around her lived in the years of his youth. Know my son that you are born in times that are changing. Some things remain the same, and I hope that in later years, when you take the throne they too will be at the heart of Windstorm.
There are visitors aplenty. Though few travel in winter, the yule season be an exception. Several months ago, a lass from the country named Abbie appeared on our doorstep, and I hope she has found a happy home here, though at times she seems uncertain of her steps. Another young woman too has arrived at the castle but scant days ago. She seems kind and her mother has sent her to Windstorm to find a husband. I be hoping I can find someone who be suited to her. Sir Robere has returned a few weeks ago from his journey to the lands of the Scots, and I will admit I find some of the things he told me of the castle's defenses to be unsettling.
Sir Sebastian too be traveling and busy. His business be thriving, and the goods that come through his hands have been brought from the continent, and even from France with which we have had so little trade.
A member of the order of the White Lion has arrived and be helping yer uncle. My son, by the time you read these words, you will know of the reasons behind some of your uncle's behaviour. I dare not entrust those to the pen, and God willing a solution will have been found that is better than what is in place now, for I will admit.. it is a painful thing to deal with. Know though, that whatever happened Prince Dieter has always had your mother's trust.
In this year, your uncle Prince Ulbecht began courting the lady Jordis, my ward. And I have hopes that it will become a match ere the next year be finished. That is.... if the dark clouds that arrive from Rouen soon blow over. For ten years I have maintained the peace in Windstorm. We've had our share of turmoil, but never since the Vikings have troops tried to seize our lands. I hope such will remain, but the wheels of politics are in motion now, and I fear there are consequences unforeseen from the choices I've made.
Yet life is good, Aerich, and I never wish for you to forget such.
There are the small joys, like the secret of the tree that appeared within our hall without a ward, and with none of the guards admitting to knowing how a tree more than 9 feet tall appeared overnight within our great hall. There are joys of the season, in mulled wine and bringing out those adornments carved or given years ago. A greater joy even was bestowed on me some evenings back when the duchess of Dubh Aonach offered to give me her oath of allegiance and fealty. She has been a friend of me for so many a year, and be strong even in her widowhood. There are times I think the throne befits her better than me. On Twelfth Night, her oath will be one of the things that strengthens me, and that strengthens Windstorm.
Your aunt Nichole, from Blackthorne Castle be recovering from a heavy illness in which we were of.. some help, I believe, though so far I have nae yet managed to convince your father to have a visit to see for myself. I've worried of her.
Lord Verrier visited the other day and invited us to visit for Twelfth Night as we have done in years past. THis will be your first year, and the year in which you will be acknowledged to all as the heir to the throne of Windstorm. I hope you will bear this burden lighter than I have done. And if ever you hear a ballad of your mother wielding a throwing ax, know that most of what it says be untrue, and that naught but a wood jester in burlap bore the brunt of the blow I inadvertently dealt.
A storm is brewing Aerich.. I can feel it. And I do not know what to do. The Defenders and your father are counseling me to vigilance.. and I know there are missives going to and fro with Fryseland. I know they are prepared to send troops should such become necessary, but I hope and pray peace can be preserved.... In the mean time, the walls be manned even in the bitter cold of winter. Always remember those that do their duty to God and Crown, my son and reward them for their loyalty as you return it to them.
May God give you joy,
Edfeil R.
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