The Queen's Ladies (Brianna/Open)
Jun 10, 2012 19:22:13 GMT
Post by Matilys Lannister on Jun 10, 2012 19:22:13 GMT
Since her return from the Vale, Matilys Lannister had talked of little else. Oh, she had wanted at first to be informed of all that she had missed at court, but it seemed to her that it really wasn't all that much. A few of the Lannister bannermen had turned up for talks of one sort or another. One of them had handsome sons. That was nothing she didn't already know. Handsome they were; but poor dancers and worse conversationalists, if her encounters with them at the wedding had been any indication. Too dull to concern herself with.
King Joffrey had been needlessly cruel to some petitioner. That was spoken of in whispers, it wouldn't do to criticise His Grace openly. Again, it wasn't a surprise to Matilys, who hadn't needed long at court to form her own opinions of cousin Cersei's children. Her verdict on Joffrey was that the most sensible thing to do was to keep out of his way, and so that was just what she had done.
So it seemed that there had been little change. After all the excitement of her trip, in some ways it was nice to be home again. She had missed her friends at court, and she had missed Lancel. She had even missed Cersei.
This afternoon she was in the little hall in which the women of the court practiced their handicrafts. Embroidery had always been the favoured pastime of most, but it held little appeal for Matilys. No, she preferred to pace up and down the hall with spindle and distaff, knowing as she did that she had a particular talent for it. There were few twice her age who could produce such a fine and even thread, and so she took pride in it. Moreover, this particular thread was to be put to a purpose. It was her intention to spin just enough to be woven into cloth from which she would make a tunic. A gift for Torin, for having thought of her and brought her with him to see Lady Lena claim her birthright. She hoped that he'd appreciate the work she put into it and wear it on occasion, even though it wouldn't be the grandest thing he'd ever owned.
The work was such that it didn't need her full concentration; Matilys had learnt to spin at the age of four, the motions had long been natural to her. As usual, then, she joined the others in conversation, once again speaking of her journey to the Vale.
'Did I tell you of the carriage? Oh, it was the most splendid carriage, we hardly felt the slighest bump in the road, we could sit and have tea and lemoncakes just as we would here. And through the windows we could watch as we passed everyone by...'
King Joffrey had been needlessly cruel to some petitioner. That was spoken of in whispers, it wouldn't do to criticise His Grace openly. Again, it wasn't a surprise to Matilys, who hadn't needed long at court to form her own opinions of cousin Cersei's children. Her verdict on Joffrey was that the most sensible thing to do was to keep out of his way, and so that was just what she had done.
So it seemed that there had been little change. After all the excitement of her trip, in some ways it was nice to be home again. She had missed her friends at court, and she had missed Lancel. She had even missed Cersei.
This afternoon she was in the little hall in which the women of the court practiced their handicrafts. Embroidery had always been the favoured pastime of most, but it held little appeal for Matilys. No, she preferred to pace up and down the hall with spindle and distaff, knowing as she did that she had a particular talent for it. There were few twice her age who could produce such a fine and even thread, and so she took pride in it. Moreover, this particular thread was to be put to a purpose. It was her intention to spin just enough to be woven into cloth from which she would make a tunic. A gift for Torin, for having thought of her and brought her with him to see Lady Lena claim her birthright. She hoped that he'd appreciate the work she put into it and wear it on occasion, even though it wouldn't be the grandest thing he'd ever owned.
The work was such that it didn't need her full concentration; Matilys had learnt to spin at the age of four, the motions had long been natural to her. As usual, then, she joined the others in conversation, once again speaking of her journey to the Vale.
'Did I tell you of the carriage? Oh, it was the most splendid carriage, we hardly felt the slighest bump in the road, we could sit and have tea and lemoncakes just as we would here. And through the windows we could watch as we passed everyone by...'
