Thread: A new king and his queen (Closed)

Gwyn fisted her hands and lowered them to her sides. It is wrong for us to marry. And to lay with one another as man and wife...its a sin against God to do so. It's cleary written in Leviticus that a man should not lay with his sister...I do not want to be damned to hell because of you, she said simply. She could tell he was not going to relent. She had already been measured for a wedding gown and told of what would happen on her wedding day. As fast as things were progressing it would only be matter of two or three weeks and she'd be his wife. Shaking her head, she turned from him. I can't...you'll have to drag me to the alter and force the words from my mouth, she said staunchly and took a deep breath, walking to the window and gazing out at the courtyard below. Everyone was involved in their activities. Maids carried baskets of laundry, knights were in the training yard practicing, their pages and squires carrying buckets of water or holding the spare weapons on the side lines. Carts were coming and going and courtiers were flocking all over the place. It was close to the evening meal and she was hungry but she wasn't certain she wanted to be seen in public knowing that everyone would know she was marrying her half brother. She did not know him intimately. In fact he was a perfect stranger. And there were not many signs of them being related. She took after her mother with her fair hair and blue eyes and pale skin that despite all her years as a novice, had never taken sun or browned. She'd always worn hats outside in the garden and all nuns were required to wear the long sleeved and high necked gowns, novice or nun alike. She was out of her element in this gown, surrounded by all these people in their beautiful clothes, their heads full of vanity. She had been taught to not be vain and to be thankful for everything God gave her. She had never looked at herself in a mirror, never paid much mind to clothes she wore, and now she was in the thick of society where looks and status were considered most important. She had felt like an equal to the novices and now she was supposed to act superior to everyone as a Princess and soon to be Queen. She considered running but she was supposed to honor the head of the family. It was all so conflicting inside of her. He was the man in charge because their father was dead. She was supposed to honor his children. but to know that to honor him she had to marry him, her brother, it made her sick. She looked down at her intertwined hands and took a deep breath, closing her eyes. I'm intelligent because I studied hard and was taught well...as for beauty it doesn't matter if I am or not. I never put much stock in my looks...this is wrong...all wrong... She dropped her hands, looking at him then approaching him slowly. You can't...really expect me to do this. You can't expect me to sleep in the same bed as you and bear you children. Please...please...let me go back to the convent. I....I am much better suited there than I am here...I've never been surrounded by courtiers, I know...how to be a Queen or a Lady but I don't wish to be...please...If I must ask this one thing of you, let me return to the convent. It is my home and my life. Let me become a nun...please, she whispered softly.