Morganna is in the courtyard playing with maximus her dog when a young bard enters in with feverish determination. “Ma Lady Morganna you have a Message fromRobert VIII de Bruce he requested this get to you as soon as possible.” Said the lad.
“On with the letter than lad, give.”
“Yeses”
Opening up the letter she grimaced “Another request for her hand” alas she read it with contempt
Dearest Morganna
I write with fevered attempt at reaching you once more
With Discerning interest, I miss you Ms. Malcom
For one day the moon will rise and I shall ask
Would you like to be buried with my people?”
Till yours,
Robert VIII de Bruce
She looked at the letter with contempt of writing back
“Should I, or should I not write the baron back?” No I shall not entertain his marriage proposal not yet at least she thought. Last month when visiting him he was way to formal with me treating me way to friendly...Morganna shivered with that thought. “Augh my skin was itching with anticipation of getting out of that mans castle” she reminisced on another memory from Roberts castle.. Sven
“Oh and my lady, I have another letter here it’s from a maid in Galen she said it’s from a baron named Sven
Morganna smiled coyly “Sven you say, may I have the letter kind lad?”
Her hands shaking “her eye lady Morgan” She walks into the house and up to her chambers hidden from the world clutching her letter from Sven
Tears falling from her cheeks she smiled “Sven never ever forgot me” that’s alright she thought.
Walking back to the window she looked out at the frawn and green pastures, “spoiled I am” she thought to herself.
Turning in her skirts, she kept dancing about the room and thinking about what Sven had said in the letter.
“Anna “ she turned to here her name being called, as she walked towards her doors she barley missed being slammed into the wall when her mother Caria walked in.
“Anna, what are you doing rollicking in your skirts child?” Still clutching Sven’s letter to her bosom, her mother notices’ and yanks it away “What is this parchment, child I’ve no time for your silly games.
Opening up the letter her mother reads it with disdain on her face, scornfully she looks back up
“How dare that Bard Send you letters I’ve told you to Never Ever talk to him as I forbade it.
“Mother honestly, how can you expect me to not respond to Sven?”
“DO NOT DISOBEY ME MY DAUGHTER MORGANNA I AM your MOTHER and YOU WILL listen to me She bellowed with Animosity.”
“Anna your already betrothed to another you can NOT entertain the idea of being a barons wife. Thought her mother with concern “ What will Robert think of Morganna and her disobedient ways?”
“Child you’re so disobedient if your father was here he would have you hung from the stocks and made an example of!”
She turned towards the door but before she left she turned around back towards me walks forward and“Smack” Its all you heard as the queen mother smacked her.
” THAT OUTA TEACH YA YE LESSON OF BEING ASSINIED” and she stormed out the room.
Morganna clutching her hands together smiles
“Literally Mother you Assume I’m barbaric but you’re the barbaric one”
Later on Morganna sits on her bed hairs spread out on her Pillow Daydreaming of Sven and a sweet lush memory just gushing through.
Night comes and one thought comes to her head.
As she closes her eyes a new day is begun.
