Post by Ailsa on Feb 15, 2015 19:04:43 GMT -5
Asaliea knew that she had earned a favor from her husband as he recited his duties for the unknown time. When he asked what she would like to do on his day off, she smiled and kissed his lips softly. “I suppose you would like to get some rest,” she said, “but I would like your eye on some new linens for the dinning hall. I want everything to be perfect for our special guest. While we are out, you can regal me with the details of the wedding and party.”
The elf woman looked at her husband in horror at the thought of Lady Lindear training the new princess. “I pray that the Queen knows better than to trust those two . . . women with a sack of flour! Unless she wishes to DOOM our entire kingdom to disgrace, she will have to choose a tutor with more refine taste than those two. I will be more than happy to take the job and I will be seeing my pupil at the party very soon.”
Giving her answer to her daughter, Asaliea could see the thinking going on behind Gilraen's eyes. What had become of her child, the one that thought only of party dresses and sparkling gems? She had not wished for a blindly obedient daughter, but this abrupt change had thrown her and angered her. The norm was restored as Gilraen apologized and kissed her cheek. Asaliea nodded in acceptance and continued with her own meal.
But it appeared the battle was merely simmering before the final blow fell. Asaliea glanced up as her daughter asked a final question. It began well enough, her daughter admitting that men of higher birth would take better care of them, yet the mention of the two rival elf families had crossed the line. Setting her utensils down, the elf woman stood up and looked at her daughter with stern eyes.
“There is a difference between a stallion and a steed, child,” she snapped. “Until you have enough wealth to take care of your own affairs, I suggest you allow your father and I to decide which category you will marry into.”
~*~*~*~
Ailsa was glad that her first words with Lord Elrond were going better than with the lady of the house. She smiled a little when he mentioned that she was not a daughter of Lindear or Glendor. “Your son has told me of those men before,” she said, “and I am glad to say that I am not of their bloodline. I fear what your wife would have done if I had been.”
The compliments of the other girls helped lift Ailsa's spirits and she began to smile again. She was glad to see the loving hand that Prince Blaz placed on his wife's after her comment, a true sign of love and support. It was the same feeling she had experienced in Eldarion's arms and knew that it was a feeling she always wished to experience.
~*~*~*~
Hearing the sound of her son's footsteps, Asaliea raised her chin with pride, her heart beating steadily in her chest. The question that was asked stung her, a blatant jab at her being and she turned slowly towards the door.
“You seem displeased with my care for you, my son,” she said softly. “Have I done something to offend you or upset you beyond repair? If I have erred in my love for you, child, speak of it now and allow me to correct it.” She paused for a breath and stepped closer, her eyes filled with concern. “What have I done to have you punish me so with this woman you present me with as a daughter?”
The elf woman looked at her husband in horror at the thought of Lady Lindear training the new princess. “I pray that the Queen knows better than to trust those two . . . women with a sack of flour! Unless she wishes to DOOM our entire kingdom to disgrace, she will have to choose a tutor with more refine taste than those two. I will be more than happy to take the job and I will be seeing my pupil at the party very soon.”
Giving her answer to her daughter, Asaliea could see the thinking going on behind Gilraen's eyes. What had become of her child, the one that thought only of party dresses and sparkling gems? She had not wished for a blindly obedient daughter, but this abrupt change had thrown her and angered her. The norm was restored as Gilraen apologized and kissed her cheek. Asaliea nodded in acceptance and continued with her own meal.
But it appeared the battle was merely simmering before the final blow fell. Asaliea glanced up as her daughter asked a final question. It began well enough, her daughter admitting that men of higher birth would take better care of them, yet the mention of the two rival elf families had crossed the line. Setting her utensils down, the elf woman stood up and looked at her daughter with stern eyes.
“There is a difference between a stallion and a steed, child,” she snapped. “Until you have enough wealth to take care of your own affairs, I suggest you allow your father and I to decide which category you will marry into.”
~*~*~*~
Ailsa was glad that her first words with Lord Elrond were going better than with the lady of the house. She smiled a little when he mentioned that she was not a daughter of Lindear or Glendor. “Your son has told me of those men before,” she said, “and I am glad to say that I am not of their bloodline. I fear what your wife would have done if I had been.”
The compliments of the other girls helped lift Ailsa's spirits and she began to smile again. She was glad to see the loving hand that Prince Blaz placed on his wife's after her comment, a true sign of love and support. It was the same feeling she had experienced in Eldarion's arms and knew that it was a feeling she always wished to experience.
~*~*~*~
Hearing the sound of her son's footsteps, Asaliea raised her chin with pride, her heart beating steadily in her chest. The question that was asked stung her, a blatant jab at her being and she turned slowly towards the door.
“You seem displeased with my care for you, my son,” she said softly. “Have I done something to offend you or upset you beyond repair? If I have erred in my love for you, child, speak of it now and allow me to correct it.” She paused for a breath and stepped closer, her eyes filled with concern. “What have I done to have you punish me so with this woman you present me with as a daughter?”