The King's Sister
I waited many days for the arrival of the Lady Eówyn. During this time I saw little of the king, but when I did, he always took the time to inquire after my wellbeing. Those days were spent exploring the city. I had been given a horse. He was a fine animal, for not only are the Rohirrim riders, they are also breeders. The horse was a strong bay with a gently spirit. I do not think that the people were confident in my riding skills. I would have called him Chester, but the stable master disapproved when he learned that the name meant nothing. At last I settled for the name MiAmigo, which, in my limited Spanish I knew to mean my friend. [When I read this I found it odd that a woman of this time would know any Spanish, especially as the area she was from was not known for Spanish immigrants. I did some research and found that a group of Spanish-speaking people would travel around the area and work on the farms. I assume that is where she learned to speak Spanish.]
At last I heard that the lady had arrived, and with great fanfare I was brought in to meet her. As was proper, she stood by her brother's side, but it was obvious that they loved each other very much. She was slim and pretty with the gold hair I had become accustomed to seeing. She smiled kindly, but the most noticeable thing about her was the joy that brimmed from her eyes. Every features seemed to glow with an inner light. She may not have truly been pretty, but I could not tell. Her joy made her beautiful.
She greeted me in a proper but friendly fashion, and I answered back with respect. A the while, though, I wondered how this deliriously happy woman could relate to the pain I felt. After all, she had been raised a princess. How could she understand the troubles of a farm girl?
I waited many days for the arrival of the Lady Eówyn. During this time I saw little of the king, but when I did, he always took the time to inquire after my wellbeing. Those days were spent exploring the city. I had been given a horse. He was a fine animal, for not only are the Rohirrim riders, they are also breeders. The horse was a strong bay with a gently spirit. I do not think that the people were confident in my riding skills. I would have called him Chester, but the stable master disapproved when he learned that the name meant nothing. At last I settled for the name MiAmigo, which, in my limited Spanish I knew to mean my friend. [When I read this I found it odd that a woman of this time would know any Spanish, especially as the area she was from was not known for Spanish immigrants. I did some research and found that a group of Spanish-speaking people would travel around the area and work on the farms. I assume that is where she learned to speak Spanish.]
At last I heard that the lady had arrived, and with great fanfare I was brought in to meet her. As was proper, she stood by her brother's side, but it was obvious that they loved each other very much. She was slim and pretty with the gold hair I had become accustomed to seeing. She smiled kindly, but the most noticeable thing about her was the joy that brimmed from her eyes. Every features seemed to glow with an inner light. She may not have truly been pretty, but I could not tell. Her joy made her beautiful.
She greeted me in a proper but friendly fashion, and I answered back with respect. A the while, though, I wondered how this deliriously happy woman could relate to the pain I felt. After all, she had been raised a princess. How could she understand the troubles of a farm girl?