Recent content by Gwynevere

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"I wish your Queen well in her endeavors," Gwynevere smiled. There was a hint of wickedness in the curve of her lips that did not match her doe eyes. "But you know as well as I that I cannot lie." She wanted nothing from the war, except to be left out of it. Her own court was in a quiet turmoil...

All seemed well for only seven seconds before the chime from the bells drew her attention. She took her spot beside Yvoire, and wordlessly scanned over the city as if she could see which one of them rang first. An awful sound it was, and one Gwynevere hoped not to hear again. Not this soon since...

"You think so?" Gwyn tried to fight the involuntary flushing. She, too, did not think they were looking any better than when they had started and she began to wonder if more alcohol would help. It would certainly be a better explanation for why they were both so gods-damned awful at dancing...

"You speak of heirs as if I have any intent to sire them. Perhaps in a few hundred years. Now?" Gwynevere looked at her cousin in disgust. "They may whisper all they wish if that's what they expect of me." She knew the pressure then fell on her cousin, but it did nothing to motivate the young...

"Indeed." The grin on Gwynevere's face as she accepted the Night Kelpie's hand was anything but befitting of a Queen. Her skills with dance held the same sentiment. She spotted her cousin and, like her partner, seemed to be trying to mimic the moves she observed. To her disappointment, it...

"Yes." Gwynevere willed the emotions bubbling at the surface to calm to a still and looked her cousin in the eyes. "You are wrong to be questioning me at all. You are correct in that we are no longer Princesses. We are no longer children. I am your Queen. I am your superior. Heir or not, you...

Gwynevere’s gaze followed Micha’s nod toward the fae mingled. “I suppose you’re right. And I suppose if I’m here, then it is expected that I offer what little I can.” She knew her kind could be brutal. She did not want to think what rejection would award her in a room full of allies. “Has the...

"The Night Court is at war?" Gwynevere probed, sipping thoughtfully. It was embarrassing, just how little she knew of anything outside her own court- even within her own court if the reports from Yvoire and Fionn told her anything. She hadn't realized she probably shouldn't be poking into...

"I'll admit, knowing that I am not the only one who cannot dance does ease my nerves." Gwynevere chuckled, her cheeks turning pink as she looked up at him and took the arm offered to her. "I could not hold such a silly thing against you, not when I haven't danced in...ever, I suppose." She...

Gwynevere was in no mood for her cousin to be as irritating as her betrothed. She contemplated slapping the smirk off of her pretty face, but stopped herself. She clenched her jaw and let the rage simmer. And simmer. But she could not fully cool it down. "Tell me, cousin: Why is a Princess...

"Perhaps we are alike in that way," Gwynevere's lips twitched into a sort of smile, she supposed. "Though even hunts and games have no place in the Day Court. Not since I have been alive, that is. I am beginning to think it is rather boring there." There was a hint of sadness in her voice...

Gwynevere found it impossible to bring a smile to her face, even as Yvoire seemed to find some amusement in the pumpkin-man's nickname for the Queen. Certainly he knew nothing of their customs, nor the grudge Gwynevere still held for her cousin winning the title more times than she had. She...

"It is a shame." Gwynevere picked up one of the drinks that had been set out, ice halfway melted already. "I see no reason to keep cooped up here when every summon brings nothing but disappointment from my useless fiancé." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, cringing mentally at that word...

Gwynevere had seen many strange things in her life, none quite as strange and disturbing as the living pumpkin that had not only walked into her and her dear cousin, but also managed to speak to her. Had Yvoire not immediately turned her attention on the thing to begin a lecture, Gwynevere may...