Recent content by Gwendolyn Bochanan

Gwendolyn perked a brow with a sly smile. Always so mysterious, this Otto von Stehlen. It was hard to read him, but he had moments where his guard went down. It would be those little moments that she really got to understand the man behind the solemn face that rarely changes. A smirk quickly...

The Matriarch of the Bochanan estate gave a small smile to Otto von Stehlen. With her own wine glass in hand, she took a small, wonderful sip. She sighed contently at the taste and subsequent burn of the liquid ran down her throat. "Mmm, delicious," she commented - perhaps mostly to herself than...

The servant nodded as he handed the tea off to Otto von Stehlen. "You are most welcome, Arch-Count," the servant bowed deeply. After that, he returned back to his initial station. Mostly waiting for the group to finish tea so he could clean up or if they wanted refills as well. Myrcella...

Smooth hands brushed the sudden crinkles in her dress out. With a small sigh, she gave Myrcella Bochanan and Otto von Stehlen a smile. One hand raised as she motioned slightly before lowering her arm. A servant from across the room began to walk over. "It will be quite," she said quietly as she...

Gwen perked a brow at his choice of words. Laughter was the best medicine of the soul? That was not the words she expected to come from the Arch-Count. He had a rather neutral, blank face most of the time. Perhaps there was more than what met the eye with the man. She had not seen him laugh...

Gwendolyn kept a smile on her lips as she listened to the Arch-Count speak. She wondered what laid behind those never-wavering eyes and his monotone speech. Even though Gwen couldn't quite discern the social cues she could from most others, she found herself enjoying his company. Naturally, she...

"Lady Gwen, let me tell you, I have never had such a bad child!" Gwendolyn couldn't help but laugh at the comment. The young, but very talented cook, had been explaining how her 3rd child, hitting those pesky 2's and 3's, was misbehaving at their home. "All children go through that stage,"...

Gwendolyn smiled at her daughter once more. She accepted her offer for tea and then mentioned painting. She chuckled quietly. "I will ensure you some form of compensation, although my Myrcella is quite the artist." Oh, if she had talent like that. Her life may have been entirely different than...

Gwendolyn smiled as her daughter her daughter hugged her. Naturally, she hugged her favorite child back. As she stood at her side, Gwen reached one arm around her shoulder while one hand gently held onto her other arm. "I am glad you have a tutor. Elbion is... A place of full of intrigue." Her...

Life had decided to beat Gwen down with one blow after the other. First, her late husband. Second, her son disappearing. And if only Celty would get her act together and quit being a rotten brat. Truly, she would've expected Myrcella to be more upset than Celty - poor girl was forced into an...