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Who: Kaelyn Stayrk and OPEN
When: Early evening, Day 5
Where: Gwyn's room and hall between the Princess's room and the library of the Red Keep
Rating: TBD
Status: Open
The note from the Maester of Whispers echoed in Kaelyn's mind as she watched over her daughter. If she had her way she would rarely move from her daughter's bed but she was queen and had two more children beside. She feared that going from one to another she would spread the contagion but if the illness was such would not Genna already have fallen prey to it like her sister. No-one knew and her resentment of the Grand Maester's lack of knowledge grew everyday as she watched her daughter's sleeping form. She looked younger than her six years and Kaelyn thought of the North, of Winterfell - of dresses made from cloth woven in the winter town and sewn by trusted hands. If that dress maker could be found Kaelyn would have her thrown into the black cells.
She wanted to feed Gwyn herself. Honey and herbs diluted were all she can take but when she took the bowl and spoon her hands shook and she could not have that be seen. Kaelyn was not merely a mother with an ill child, she was Queen and how she hated it. She gave the task over to one of the few servants who they had brought from Winterfell and was therefore trusted. She had sent the Septa away and her prayers for Gwyn's health were said at the godswood not the sept. To excuse herself without revealing her nerves she set out to fetch one of the volumes of tales from the Red Keep's library. She knew all the stories of course but she could not follow a tale nor keep her thoughts steady. She would tell Gwyn a story of pretty maids, a tale with nothing ugly in it. The sort of tale she knew Gwyn liked to hear.
[ooc: Kin to the Stark's can catch Kaelyn in Gwyn's room or non kin who would like to speak to an anxious queen can catch her on the way to get the book]
When: Early evening, Day 5
Where: Gwyn's room and hall between the Princess's room and the library of the Red Keep
Rating: TBD
Status: Open
The note from the Maester of Whispers echoed in Kaelyn's mind as she watched over her daughter. If she had her way she would rarely move from her daughter's bed but she was queen and had two more children beside. She feared that going from one to another she would spread the contagion but if the illness was such would not Genna already have fallen prey to it like her sister. No-one knew and her resentment of the Grand Maester's lack of knowledge grew everyday as she watched her daughter's sleeping form. She looked younger than her six years and Kaelyn thought of the North, of Winterfell - of dresses made from cloth woven in the winter town and sewn by trusted hands. If that dress maker could be found Kaelyn would have her thrown into the black cells.
She wanted to feed Gwyn herself. Honey and herbs diluted were all she can take but when she took the bowl and spoon her hands shook and she could not have that be seen. Kaelyn was not merely a mother with an ill child, she was Queen and how she hated it. She gave the task over to one of the few servants who they had brought from Winterfell and was therefore trusted. She had sent the Septa away and her prayers for Gwyn's health were said at the godswood not the sept. To excuse herself without revealing her nerves she set out to fetch one of the volumes of tales from the Red Keep's library. She knew all the stories of course but she could not follow a tale nor keep her thoughts steady. She would tell Gwyn a story of pretty maids, a tale with nothing ugly in it. The sort of tale she knew Gwyn liked to hear.
[ooc: Kin to the Stark's can catch Kaelyn in Gwyn's room or non kin who would like to speak to an anxious queen can catch her on the way to get the book]