Ravonild's First ID

Children 8: AftermathRavonild’s secret was not kept. The very moment she’d ended her embrace with the knight come to escort those arranging the final details of her marriage, she saw Lady Merra out of the corner of her eye, and her heart sank immediately. Though her friend, Lady Merra would be sure to tell her parents all about it. She would think it her duty. Ravonild would be… she couldn’t even guess what she would be once they heard. And once Gawain did! She felt dangerously close to a faint but by force of will kept her head, raising it slightly to greet Merra as though nothing had happened.Children 8: Aftermath
Sure enough, the next morning found Ravonild summ


Children 7: First KissLuck was with her, and Ravonild met one of Lord Gawain’s comrades, a knight sent as part of the escort of those sent from his family to discuss last minute details. Surely here she might find answers. He was pleasant and respectful, a man rather older than herself, but that was to be expected since her future husband was as well and this would be a friend of his. She smiled, and they politely introduced themselves, speaking first of the feast that was to be held that night.Children 7: First Kiss
“Is my lord fair?” she asked after they’d spoken a brief while of other trifles. She actually had truly wondered.


Children 6: InterludeLetters flew from Ravonild’s hand over the next while, one after another, begging Aleron, pleading with him for his help. Whatever Nemoins was or was not, the fact remained the betrothal she wished for was the one that had come first, legally arranged and settled. To have called it off now could only be opening them to ridicule and scorn, and shame. Surely Aleron, with his high mind about honor and his touchy pride, would support her and make Father see reason. Yes, that was the angle she’d take, and did take, as she filled page after page. It was sure to get his attention and makeChildren 6: Interlude
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