(1313-01-11) Of Eire and Gotlanders
Summary: Writing a letter to her father about a courtship request while lazing about at night.
RL Date: January 11th 2021
Related: About Cats, Fairies and Courtship
egil saoirse 

Ambassador's Tower - Gotland Ambassador's Suite - furs by the fire


Laying on her stomach in her nightwear by the fire amidst the furs in the Gotland Ambassador's suite, Saoirse has a parchment and quill in front of her. There's a small dopey cat named Amaideach draped across her rear using her butt like a pillow and a large Gotlander in his tunic snuggled up by furs next to her. The softest of touches plays across his back as she looks to him with a fond expression managing to coax out a mummer from the man - something about training axes that is nonsensical.

Eyeing the man, she whispers so softly "Thank you for spoiling me. Thank you for indulging in my whimsy. For wrapping your big arms around me and making me feel safe. For keeping me company and being my companion." She tilts her head a bit and leans over to kiss his shoulder softly resting on it for a time while the man slumbers hard. Thoughts go through her head. Is she worthy of being a Queen someday? People would rely upon her, this isn't something she could just take off from the castle to get into the dirt and help people to plant, help people to organize. She cherishes her own people. Would his people cherish her? Would they love her? Or would they look at her as some woman from a far away land and look on her with suspicion?

She settles back in wiggling her rump softly. The swaying gets little Amaideach to churr curiously and swat lazily at the rear she lays on as it to say 'Stop it momma!'. So Saoirse does stifling a giggle. Okay. So to get to writing.

Your Highness, High King Brin, esteemed and established PapaBear to Princess Saoirse. I miss having my huggable PapaBear and mother and all my siblings. I can happily report there has not been another 'catting' incident since coming to Terre d'Ange. That being said I do write of important news.
I have attended a very small number of social functions here in Terre d'Ange. Things are certainly different here. More complex, intricate though it is not a bad thing. I'm slowly learning where I fit into this place that seems almost magical in it's function and how these people move. I have to say I may not agree with everything done here - everything is just so lavish, such a production with precision. Some of that coin could be spent tending fields, or crops, or making lives better. But it is their coin to spend, and when they do spend it I must admit that there are spectacular results.

I appear to have attracted a suitor. There is an official request from Prince Egil Eklund, the emmisary of Gotland and inheriting prince for a courtship as he would like to pursue my hand in marriage. The Prince is a very stout, large, strong man. Filled with muscles he appears quite somber and strong, though I seem to be able to bring out his smiles. He does have a playful and teasing side from what I've seen, that I'm fairly certain he does not show to his enemies. He spoils me endlessly, and I find comfort in those big arms of his. I must admit that I've found delight in his company and often seek it to the point we are often inseperatable. Are we in love? Well - I have few doubts we will be if we continue at this rate.

I would like to say that I support this courtship and should it come to pass, betrothal. I would accept him as suitor and thus far from what I've seen he would also a good husband make. We are both strangers is this land and we have been traversing socially together. He's helped me avoid some small pitfalls and also opened up the world to me here so my fondness for him I have found only growing.

I do have concerns. Those concerns are - should I be a Queen someday? This is for his father and his family to answer. I am not the perfect image of a princess, a smile perfectly situated with perfect figure and always knowing what to say in a situation. I stumble sometimes, I simply cannot be stoic, and I have a dorky smile and laugh sometimes. I am a flawed person that is very comfortable with her flaws, imperfect non-waifish body that I have and all. I can't say I have seen anything that gives me pause when it comes to him however. Prince Egil will be teaching me about his people. About how they are, and about how they live. He is a warrior and I am not, I've told him I would always seek to avoid war whenever possible. I would seek to increase infrastructure. I would seek to spare, be compassionate, and build people up. That is just whom I happen to be. And we will see if his family beleives I am a person that is fit to be their next queen.

Princess Saoirse nic Brin, proud daughter of the High King of Eire, forever his 'Little Runaway Princess' to her PapaBear.

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