Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2012 0:00:48 GMT -5
Guenivere had adjusted well to a lot of the differences in King's Landing, considering. She had adjusted well to skirts and corsets, dictating her words, carrying herself with a grace, and the perfect courtly smile that revealed nothing. One thing that she would probably never adjust to, however, was the heat. King's Landing was so damn hot, all the time, and there was no break in it. Winter was coming? She doubted it.
However, being here as long as she had provided her with a sense of knowledge about how the castle worked. It was only a few hours before dinner, and the sun was already beginning to set in the west. As such, the eastern side of the castle was cast in a cooling shadow. The eastern side of the castle also held her favorite place to read.
Nestled against a wall and carved straight into the stone was a window seat, directly in the shelter of a tree that provided even more shade and kept that seat constantly a little more comfortable than the others. That side of the castle was not often wandered by people that no purpose and, as such, it provided a very quiet place to read.
She moved up to her favorite seat, slowly lowering herself into it and laying along it so her legs were stretched out along the seat. Her back rested against the opposite wall and she adjusted until comfortable. Her hands moved down, grabbing handfuls of rich, plum silk and hiking it up until her skirts rested around her mid thigh so the cool shadow cast along the pale, creamy skin of toned legs.
A contented sigh escaped her lips and she lounged in her window seat, opening her book to her marked page and resuming her reading. She had a few hours at least before her handmaiden missed her, and a warning was called that she was missing. She would miss dinner perhaps, but she hardly cared. It was very simple to sneak into the kitchen and grab a few small morsels to tide her over until she broke her fast the next morning.
So she allowed herself to be absorbed into her book, so absorbed that her usual senses were far less tuned. She was not constantly aware of everything going on around her, aware of changes in the atmosphere or her company. And she lost herself in the words, failing to notice the sound of soft footsteps coming down the hallway.
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