Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 12:47:30 GMT -5
I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go.
When all those dark shadows almost killed your light.
I remember you said 'don't leave me here alone'
But all that's dead and gone and past tonight
The hauntingly beautiful voice seemed almost carried by the morning summer breeze in the gardens on the grounds of the castle. The young teenager had never been shy about singing wherever and whenever she felt the urge. It had been something she had always done to soothe and focus her mind even if it were merely humming a soft tune. At the very least she was polite enough not to disrupt those in the castle by finding a spot outside in the marvelous gardens of the estate. So there was Lady Gwyn dressed in blue, sitting under a small tree working on some embroidery as she sang to herself.
Just close your eyes, the sun is going down.
You'll be alright; no one can hurt you now.
Come Morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound.
Needlework wasn’t something that Gwynevere typically liked to do in her free time, but it was at times a necessary pastime for a young woman. Besides, it was good practice for her fingers as they directed the needle and thread in and out of the soft white cloth. Embroidery was only slightly different than sewing back together someone’s wounds, and both required steady hands. Practice and boredom were not the reasons why the girl had decided to steal herself away to complete the last finishing touches on her embroidery of the white handkerchief. This had been something the young woman had been working to complete for a while, or well ever since her brother became part of the royal guard. His visits to home had become even rarer than when he was traveling the lands with Sir William, and now being surrounded by such rich, beautiful, important members of society the girl understood that Tristan was too busy for their family. Simple things such as holidays, birthdays, and such were sacrificed for the honor of serving the royal family. Out of all of them her brother was the one making a name for them out in the world, and Gwyn deeply respected it.
Don't you dare look out your window; darlin' everything's on fire.
The war outside our door keeps raging on...
Curled up to this lullaby...
Even when music is gone, gone...
As everyone else seemed busy with their own adventures, resting, or preparing for the events of the day, the girl took it upon herself to steal away from time to finish the present she was planning to give her brother when she could get him alone. Gwynevere didn’t know if Tristan had a fine handkerchief like the knights had in stories then again they were typically favors from young admirers rather than sisters. He wasn’t like her to used her wiles to con gifts out her parents, but rather the man rarely asked for anything so it doubtful he had a good handkerchief. Still she had been to make the design less of a feminine nature and more suited for a knight. It was her way of being sure that no matter where his journey would take him her brother wouldn’t forget his baby sister.
Just close your eyes, the sun is going down.
You'll be alright; no one can hurt you now.
Come Morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound.
((Note: Lyrics from Taylor Swifts Safe and Sound. I didn't write them. If you don't know the song here you go. I'd imagine Gwyn would be singing the same version but with no music/backup))