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Sep. 23rd, 2006 04:02 pmAfter spending a mere two days in the court of Rheged, Melou was ready to leave. King Meirchion was the oldest man he'd ever met and for all intents and purposes, his sons Cynfarch and Elidyr were in charge. It was a shame they didn't get along.
Two days, and all he'd heard was infighting and arguing, not only between the King's sons, but between their sons - of which there were many, and apparently included Melou's uncle Llew. The last thing any of them wanted was to listen to what they considered the self-made problems of a boy from a rival kingdom.
His aunt Tegeirian had been scarce and seemed rather indifferent to his presence when she was around, although she seemed genuinely pleased with the letter and gifts Rhedyn had sent with him from Galwyddel. It mattered little to Melou. He'd tell his mother her sister was a kind and happy woman regardless.
Dinners were loud and obnoxious and this evening's had been no different. Few people paid him any attention and once the main meal had been cleared away, Melou settled off to the side by himself, perfectly content to be forgotten about. A few moments later, however, he found he wasn't quite alone.
"We are well met, cousin?" A girl stood over him, two or three years younger than he was and far too tall for her age. That, combined with her long, dark hair, was a dead giveaway.
"Tegeirian's daughter?" He guessed.
She straightened her shoulders and glared down. "I am Princess Meddyf, yes."
Melou sipped his ale and tried not to laugh. He had the feeling she was worse than Eurgain. "Then, yeah, sure. We're well met. You wanna sit or something?"
"No, thank you. I simply wanted to introduce myself before you left." Her Latin was impeccable and her smile too smug for Melou's liking.
"What makes you think I won't be here for a while longer?" He asked, irritated.
"You're not welcome here." Meddyf explained, her tone more than a little condescending. "It would be for the best if you left as soon as possible."
"Thanks for the tip, but I'd figured that out already." Melou stood, more than a little annoyed that he didn't tower over her like he was used to. "And I changed my mind. Stable hands have been better met than you."
He grabbed his drink and brushed past her, heading for the room he'd been given. Tomorrow, he decided, he was going home.
Two days, and all he'd heard was infighting and arguing, not only between the King's sons, but between their sons - of which there were many, and apparently included Melou's uncle Llew. The last thing any of them wanted was to listen to what they considered the self-made problems of a boy from a rival kingdom.
His aunt Tegeirian had been scarce and seemed rather indifferent to his presence when she was around, although she seemed genuinely pleased with the letter and gifts Rhedyn had sent with him from Galwyddel. It mattered little to Melou. He'd tell his mother her sister was a kind and happy woman regardless.
Dinners were loud and obnoxious and this evening's had been no different. Few people paid him any attention and once the main meal had been cleared away, Melou settled off to the side by himself, perfectly content to be forgotten about. A few moments later, however, he found he wasn't quite alone.
"We are well met, cousin?" A girl stood over him, two or three years younger than he was and far too tall for her age. That, combined with her long, dark hair, was a dead giveaway.
"Tegeirian's daughter?" He guessed.
She straightened her shoulders and glared down. "I am Princess Meddyf, yes."
Melou sipped his ale and tried not to laugh. He had the feeling she was worse than Eurgain. "Then, yeah, sure. We're well met. You wanna sit or something?"
"No, thank you. I simply wanted to introduce myself before you left." Her Latin was impeccable and her smile too smug for Melou's liking.
"What makes you think I won't be here for a while longer?" He asked, irritated.
"You're not welcome here." Meddyf explained, her tone more than a little condescending. "It would be for the best if you left as soon as possible."
"Thanks for the tip, but I'd figured that out already." Melou stood, more than a little annoyed that he didn't tower over her like he was used to. "And I changed my mind. Stable hands have been better met than you."
He grabbed his drink and brushed past her, heading for the room he'd been given. Tomorrow, he decided, he was going home.