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Beth Freidren - Daughter of the recently deceased King
When she heard the news, her heart crumpled inside. Beth went up to her tower room and sat at the window for hours, just staring out and watching the waves lap at the rocky shore below. He had been old, and was king for a long time. He always said that everyone had their time, but Beth couldn't really believe that it had come so soon. She was only seventeen and now fatherless. To make it worse, his new wife Marcia was barely only three years older than her and Beth would now be answering to her. They had hardly exchanged two words since the marriage last spring and Beth had avoided her as much as possible, spending her time wandering th castle and occasionally in the servant's quarters with Reg.
She put on her black taffeta and went down to dinner. She wouldn't talk for another two days while in mourning, as was custom, but her mind dreaded what she would have to say to the new Queen when the time came. After all, she couldn't pretend any longer that her Father hadn't remarried.
((OOC THREAD - PLEASE KEEP ALL OOC CHATTER OUT OF THE IC THREAD))
Beth Freidren - Daughter of the recently deceased King
When she heard the news, her heart crumpled inside. Beth went up to her tower room and sat at the window for hours, just staring out and watching the waves lap at the rocky shore below. He had been old, and was king for a long time. He always said that everyone had their time, but Beth couldn't really believe that it had come so soon. She was only seventeen and now fatherless. To make it worse, his new wife Marcia was barely only three years older than her and Beth would now be answering to her. They had hardly exchanged two words since the marriage last spring and Beth had avoided her as much as possible, spending her time wandering th castle and occasionally in the servant's quarters with Reg.
She put on her black taffeta and went down to dinner. She wouldn't talk for another two days while in mourning, as was custom, but her mind dreaded what she would have to say to the new Queen when the time came. After all, she couldn't pretend any longer that her Father hadn't remarried.
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