That window does look lovely

That window does look lovely
Summary: Sir Gustav approaches the Summer Queen about a potential courtship for her daughter and perhaps get more than he bargained for
Date: 10/Sep/2013
Related: None
Players:
Gustav Regina 

Wolveshire Castle - Royalty Suite
Larger than the other guest rooms, this suite is reserved for visiting members of the royal family. An expansive sitting room with high-backed, cushioned chairs and Taniford-heraldry tapestries sports both a fireplace and a series of stand-mirrors to brighten up the room. Beyond the sitting room is a formal dining room, with a long table surrounded by high-backed chairs and portraits of famous Kings and Queens of Taniford on the walls. Finally, there is a bedroom with a wide four-poster bed in Taniford blue and silver. A floor-length tapestry hides the wall on one side of the bedroom, showing Queen Essemra Taniford escaping Rhaedan assassins.

A single door leads back out into the hall connecting the noble rooms.

Tue Sep 10, 1329

The Queen had returned to Wolveshire a fact that had been whispered along easy enough. Always business and meetings to be seen to, audiences scheduled for those who had requested them. One such audience having been granted for Sir Gustav, near the end of the day. And of course, he had been made to wait. Perhaps the previous business had run long, perhaps it was simply her perogative to make him wait. Not so long as to be thought forgotten, just long enough that he might just start to wonder a little. But evenutally he was shown into the sitting room properly.

And made to wait an additional five or so minutes before the ruling member of the Taniford clan and kingdom enters into the room from the direction of the other rooms of the suite. Expression unreadable as her dark eyes do seek to take in the man who makes up this next meeting.

The knight in question, more broken now than the majority of the Queen's memory of him, looks as he does on most days at court since his injury - dressed in the finest, something unusual for a Sollinger: a forest green doublet, over blackened breeches, a silver half-cape draped over one shoulder and cascading down the length of one arm; white gloves, which are not holding the cane he usually requires to make his way about the castle. Perhaps today the former Blue Guard, now steward to Queen's own heiress, wishes to remind the woman in question as little as possible of the weakness his duties to the realm have left him with. But the eyepatch…the eyepatch there is no escaping.

He bows, of course, before any words are spoken, as the Queen enters the room. It is a low bow, though he twitches ever so slightly at its lowest point; he cannot act without his cane indefinately. But he recovers it well, returning to the rigid posture of the realm's finest knights shortly thereafter, and waiting for the Queen to sit before he takes his own. "Your Majesty," he offers by way of salutation…they've met hundreds of times before, so there is very little else necessary. "I hope the day does find you well. Shall we get down to business, then?" …some things you just can't breed out of a Sollinger.

Simply does she watch as the Sollinger knight bows, that slight twitch, the absence of his can perhaps even noted. Regina offers but the faintest incline of her head to acknowledge him. "Sir Sollinger, the day has found me well. And aye, let us. " A brief motion of her hand directing him to one of the chairs as she moves to take one herself. "I am first curious to know why I have been hearing rumors that risk to stain the reputation of my daughter. That one once sworn to protect those of the Royal line and now serves as her Steward has not only not advised her on how to avoid, but seems to be caught up within these whispers." Regina's features remaining as passive and unreadable as she makes her inquiry as calmly as asking about the weather. "Pray tell why I should not indulge in the Duke of Wolveshire's favoured method of defenestration, Sir Gustav?"

"Because it would be inconvinent for you to find any other Sollinger half as willing to serve your interests as faithfully as I do, Your Majesty. But I admit, it is a curiosity that you and I share," the cyclopean steward notes in return, his tone level, business-like, betraying nothing. The chair is pulled out, and his seat taken, waiting for the queen to be comfortable in her own before daring to sit. "My actions with the Princess are now as they have ever been; but perhaps it is that she is so much older than she was when our lessons first began that gives the court pause. She is no longer a child, but…" he tone drops, a hint of annoyance entering it, "Your court is not at home, Your Majesty. We sit as guests away from the seat of power, as if to fight a war, but it never comes. Those not involved with preparations of battle or peace do grow bored, and a court given to such idleness is quite powerless to do aught else than wag their tongues at one another, turning anything possible into something suspicious enough for gossip. There is no need to find a proper window, my Queen; were I guilty, I am honorbound to throw myself from one."

"I do detest inconvience where it can be avoided, and most Sollinger's do not clean up half as well. " A faint hint of a turn at the corners of her mouth as if it were simply an amusement of some kind. she ettles easily in her chair, a hand motioning for the servant who arrives with a tray to simply place it on the small table near by. Cups of tea simply being poured for them and served, a few pauses by the servant to see how Gustav may wish his fixed after having served Regina.

"She is no longer a child and not yet an adult either." Taking a small sip from the cup as she listens to her duaghter's steward. "Sir, even when the court is not idle, they find ways to wag their tongues at the smallest thing. And the court should be preparing to travel whether they wish for it or not, there is the Northern Upstarts wedding to attend and I will not give them reaon to begin that war so many seem eager for. Though I do not believe you sought time to tell me about the wagging tongue of my court or to remind me that Wolveshire yet plays host for so many."

A graceful nod is granted at the barest hint of compliment, Gustav's own facade cracking just slightly enough to allow the barest whisper of a smile. A moment is spared to the servant, directing her /exactly/ in the manner he will take his tea, before continuing on.

"True enough, Your Majesty," he offers at the notion of the court's perpetual impertinence, and the disappearance of his smile at the notion of going north. There is some restraint there, and as much as the queen knows of the good sir and indeed of all members of the Blue Guard, not a one has ever been pleased with the notion of traveling to the heart of the enemy's territory.

The queen's last mercifully bring him back to the conversation at hand, however. "Ah, of course not. You have dozens of others for that, to be sure," the broken knight points out, quite truthfully. "No, Your Majesty. I came to inquire into your intentions with your daughter, now that she is heir. Have you a marital match already planned, or were you planning it to be decided by tournament, or is it perhaps open to suggestion?"

And the servant does prepare it exactly so before handing the cup along to Gustav and then vanishing again as good servants do. The matter of traveling northwards is let to fall away, Regina's own opinion upon the matter still an unknown. It did offer oppurtunitties for both sides, even if the Blue Guard's distain for the destination was ever well known. As well as some of the court's.

Drawing another sip of tea as Gustav comes to his reason for seeking her time. The cup lowered in the ever practiced fashion, no hint of her thoughts on what he inquires about. "Even when she was not heir, a marital match was being conidered. Though now that she is heir, there is much for her to have to learn and focus upon without additional worry of having the distraction of courtship. But I do not imagine you are here simply to find out these plans. Either she worries over it, or you have some suggestion that you wish to offer."

"I do," is the simple, straightforward response. Gustav's tea is held, but no sip yet taken. His lone eye is locked onto the queen's own pair, searching for the skeletal wisp of the hint of her opinion, and finds nothing. "I wish to put my name forward into consideration. I know not what you intend to marry her for, but there are things I can offer that you will not find elsewhere, Your Majesty. Futhermore, I seek permission to court her myself in an official capacity. /This/, I think you will find, is a matter of prudent convinience - it will not serve much in the way of distraction for her; less so than any other courtier you might find, surely. And more importantly, it will spur interest in the girl. With seemingly only a broken knight to contend with, news of my courtship with her will inevitably greet you with a short flood of excellent marriage proposals for you to consider." A pause is taken, both to let the gravity of his words sink in, and to afford him a chance to drink some tea, before he adds, with the impertinence bred into every Sollinger, "None of which, of course, will come anywhere close in value to mine."

Alas, reaction continues to be devoid from Regina's expression even as he put forth the suggestion he has come to offer up. The cup of tea simply being held in her hands as the words are listened to and taken in. "You assume there is not interest in her now, or that it did not increased ten fold once she became heir to the crown?" The question asked more in the fashion of not truly expecting an answer voiced to it. "As you have given this such thought, Sir. May I inquire to whom you think would replace you then as her Steward during the duration of courtship? For it would be a conflict of interest and a sign of favortism to allow you to remain in that post. "

The queen's tone is indeed enough to keep Gustav's focus where it ought to be, and he argues neither against her accusation of forethought nor her claim that his post would be favoritism. "Many are worthy. A woman this time, perhaps, might be best served to quell the rumors you were concerned with, if indeed you intend to show consideration for them at all," he replies, neatly, with no indcation that he should bother to care that they were about /him/. "Lady Margred, would do well. Lady Elenore, if you do not have other intentions for her. I am quite certain she could handle writing a dailey schedule out between her other endeavors. If you prefer a male Steward, Sir Luthor has ever been loyal, and is of execellent repute in the arena of time managment."

"Rumors are ever to be heeded with a grain of salt and yet considered for each does spring from a shred of truth, just often that truth is twisted or mispercieved." Not that it quite answers to whether she is giving the particular rumors in question any actual consideration, including the pieces about him or not. "It would do well if they also had not care one way or another about potential suitors, or even a touch of hoslitlity to give flavour to the considerations. " Dark eye settle and give a longer look at Gustav at the mention of the Elenore, an actual hint of a reaction. "Lady Elenore is capable of that and more, Sir. Though Lady Margred is a fine idea, it would do Fayre well to hear the opinions and styles of others than your own. Ever a fine teacher you have been, but there is value in having another, even if this path does not come to pass." Drawing up the cup to take another sip before Regina does ask,"And is this a suggestion you have discussed with Fayre, or does she remain unknowing of the matter?"

The Queen's look is held, with a certain sense of stubborn pride, though he nods his concurrance at the Queen's appraisals of Elenore and Margred both. When it is his turn to speak again, he does, his tone unchanged. "She is aware. The Princess did bring the rumors to my attention one evening, not long past. We discussed that matter, and then the one before you now. She approves of the notion," the Sollinger knight informs, the overview of his tale perhaps more telling than the details…the words 'I am her choice,' left unsaid in words, but not in tone.

Her choice, and also her messenger should the message not be taken well, and the messenger defestrated in honor of the Duke's home they occupy. "I have little doubt that she would consider the notion, she is familiar with you and comfortable with you. She knows you well enough to have trust and thus would not have to worry about learning of another. Plus she is well conditioned to listen to her teacher and advisor, to consider more strongly the advise dished out by his tongue. " Regina's tone coming as simply as it has through out, not hint to if this would be for ill or good. Alas, she gives him nothing from which to gage any true reading of her mind on this matter. "Your suggestion is so noted, Sir Gustav and will be given due thought and consideration. Until such a time as I provide a decision upon it's value, I would highly recommend that you see that there are on less then two other about when time is shared with Fayre lest there be new whispers. "

"Of course, Your Majesty," he responds; their entire conversation having been made behind the expected stone-walled facades of courtly experts, and this being no expection. The expected words, for the expected answer. He does not move to rise yet, though it would seem business is nearing its conclusion - the Queen remains seated, and so, too, does he. A pause then, as he finishes his tea, before venturing…"I have no doubt at all that there is great interest and more in her hand, now. And less doubt that among them, you have your favorites, perhaps even promises. You have graced me with the utmost of benevolence since I returned the Band of Taniford to you, my Queen, and it is not lost on me that it is only by that, that I have been allowed to stay…but do know that if you decide to hear my proposal, you will like what you hear."

"One must always have their favorites, but if they are what is best is always a thing to be considered." Regina actually gives a very simple and slightly cool smile with those words. She gives a small incline of her head,"You have always sought to serve Taniford well, and this is not forgotten, Sir Gustav. But the hour grows late, I shall let you know should I wish to hear further of your proposal on this matter. May your evening be pleasant, Sir Gustav." There is a hint of finality to her words, that touch of dismisal. Even though she does not rise but simply seeks to sip the last of her tea.

The bow is given, the thanks are offered, and her favorite broken knight leaves on his own two legs…at least until he's out of line of sight. Then that squire had BETTER be around the damn corner with his cane, or that boy's in for a whipping.

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