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i am very very very quickly falling in love with this book and how Finan is depicted (He is so much more risqué than in sin lmao mainly because of the OC's nature) so i know i said coming 2019 but lmao you can expect lots of updates
i think i'm gonna write for both finan fics when i have the inspiration but try to maintain at least 1 part each day for sin bc it hasn't got that much left and i want it to be perfect anyway enjoy love u thank u for reading because it means a lot to me u fab folk (kinda wrote this last line when drinking so wooo have a drink on me u butch girl) x
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Rosamund
I thanked Finan for his kindness and was quickly on my way to the courtyard. It was peaceful and reminded me much of the gardens I had relished at home. I took a seat in the corner, on the stone, watching the birds fly about and the men of Wessex go about their daily business. It was odd to think that the same was occurring at home and yet I was not there to see it. My absence had been a long one but it would never end; I could never return to Aquitaine. I was to be Queen of Gwynedd. Even if my husband died, I would have to remain to care for my children, to see my son's ascension to the throne of Gwynedd. My time in Wessex was merely a transitional period.
I heard a patter of light footsteps approach me before a voice began to speak, "Sorry about Aethelwold." Edward's voice made me aware of his presence. I turned to see him standing to my left. I chuckled lightly,
"He is of no consequence," I reassured him. "He is but another Ealdorman in another Kingdom in another country. Frankia has much the same and I am sure the Gwynedd shall have its fair share."
"May I?" Edward asked, his eyes looking at me. If he looked any harder I feared he would discover all my deep secrets. He gestured to the space beside me with hand land, prompting me to nod and smile,
"I am not so high as to refuse a future King, Lord. It would be of much disdain to my Father." I told him. He laughed lightly, parting his lips slightly.
"And to you?" He questioned, ending his words with an amicable smirk. I acted as my Mother had taught me, smiling sweetly and fluttering my eyelashes with all the beauty and lustre I could conjure. As I had been told many times, it was a necessary action.
"And to me?" I repeated. I wholly understood his question but I did not wish to be seen as insolent nor too worldly; it would only suggest that the rumours of my 'whoreity' were true.
"Would you find it distasteful to refuse a future King?"
There was an obvious, underlying notion to Edward's words. He meant more than what he said. He was inferring something that an innocent girl would be appalled at, but I sensed he was different. The rumours of Edward's indiscretions circled and his words had made it clear to me that they were, plausibly, true. Nonetheless, he was no different from other men of his age.
