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((OOC: Justinian 13, 9:35, Cousland Castle Gardens, @Alistair Theirin))
With the departure of the Grey Wardens, things calmed somewhat Castle Cousland. The cooks complained less as did the cleaning staff. Many were quite happy to see Nathaniel leave. Marion had many interesting whispers to share with Constance about the Warden-Commander. Nathaniel was quite the busy man. No wonder he was so eager to find someone else to raise his daughter.
Fergus Cousland would be raising that girl, a girl she knew relatively little about. A soft smile bloomed upon her lips as she glanced at Alistair. The pair had not had much time to spend together since Redcliffe. The needs of the children or other nobility often made it impossible for any time alone. When Alistair asked her if she would join him for a walk about the gardens, how could Constance refuse?
It was hard to believe that in a little over a month, they would wed and she would become Queen of Ferelden. Constance never thought to rise so high. She suspected that Roderick had designs on the throne. He was not the type of man to be content with his status in life. Roderick always wanted more. Perhaps that was why they got along as well as they had.
The day a beautiful one with a bright blue sky flecked with only a few clouds. She walked along with Alistair, her arm wrapped lightly about his. Tone conversational, she admitted, “I will deny it if you tell Fergus, but I am ready to back in Denerim.” Travel was nothing new to Constance. Prior to her engagement to Alistair, she spent a great deal of time traveling between Gwaren and Denerim. During those trips, however, she was going from home to home. Her beds. Her servants. Hers.
With the departure of the Grey Wardens, things calmed somewhat Castle Cousland. The cooks complained less as did the cleaning staff. Many were quite happy to see Nathaniel leave. Marion had many interesting whispers to share with Constance about the Warden-Commander. Nathaniel was quite the busy man. No wonder he was so eager to find someone else to raise his daughter.
Fergus Cousland would be raising that girl, a girl she knew relatively little about. A soft smile bloomed upon her lips as she glanced at Alistair. The pair had not had much time to spend together since Redcliffe. The needs of the children or other nobility often made it impossible for any time alone. When Alistair asked her if she would join him for a walk about the gardens, how could Constance refuse?
It was hard to believe that in a little over a month, they would wed and she would become Queen of Ferelden. Constance never thought to rise so high. She suspected that Roderick had designs on the throne. He was not the type of man to be content with his status in life. Roderick always wanted more. Perhaps that was why they got along as well as they had.
The day a beautiful one with a bright blue sky flecked with only a few clouds. She walked along with Alistair, her arm wrapped lightly about his. Tone conversational, she admitted, “I will deny it if you tell Fergus, but I am ready to back in Denerim.” Travel was nothing new to Constance. Prior to her engagement to Alistair, she spent a great deal of time traveling between Gwaren and Denerim. During those trips, however, she was going from home to home. Her beds. Her servants. Hers.
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