| Returned Home |
| Summary: | Genoveffa returns home after the traumatic attack. A pleasant surprise awaits. What could it be? |
| Date: | 10-24-1865 |
| Related: | All in regards to Joffrey and Genoveffa getting to know each other. Last related: this. |
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The injured Genoveffa eventually made it back to Murnord, the trip a bit slower than she would have liked as she could not ride, instead having to resort to a cart ride home. By the time she arrived she was sore and in need of a hot bath and a soft bed, the former unfortunately having to wait until she healed.
As she was taken to her room one of the staff handed her a letter, one that brought a smile to the exhausted, hurting young woman. It was left unopened until those attending to her got her into bed and went about getting her tea and food, only then did she break the wax seal so she could read the message. Joffrey's words helped her to feel better and it wasn't long before she forgot she was hurt. Or so she did until she moved the wrong way and her injuries were pulled against. Gritting her teeth, Gwen resigned herself to the fact that she needed to take it easy. Frowning, she laid back while Daisy came to her suite, bringing her a cup of herbal tea and a few pieces of fruit to sup on.
"Daisy, I need your help," she said softly while taking her tea in hand. "Please get my writing tools and sit with me. You'll write while I speak." This was not something Daisy was asked to do often, if at all, but she was glad to be able to help her friend in any way, that being no exception. The necessary items were collected along with a lap desk, all set to play scribe for the wounded girl. Once assured that she was not going to spill ink upon the bed she nodded to Gwen, asking her silently to proceed.
Dear Sir Joffrey,
I have just returned home. While happy to have news of you being well I fear that I can not say the same for myself. As you might notice, this letter is not being written by my hand. It is instead being written by my handmaiden as I dictate to her what it is I wish to have said. As we returned home from Alasce we were attacked by barbarians and I was injured as were several others. Those who could fight did so valiantly, however, and the barbarians were either killed or captured with no losses of our own suffered that I am aware of. I should recover fully, bodily, but I am not sure if this is something I’ll be able to walk away from and remain the same person. I am sure that can be said about anyone who witnesses such horrors for the first time, though. I just have to wonder what kind of person I will become as a result of being hurt such as I was and bearing witness to the fighting.
One can only guess at how tedious and awful it must be, having to wait like you are. I, for one, would not be able to endure such uncertainty. This further proves to how brave you and the others are as well as gives a glimpse to how steely your nerves are. Such knowledge makes me feel safer.
I have decided to wait to tell you any more than the scant bit I already have. Not that I believe you need much in the way to encourage you to come see me but if you claim such will entice you to visit me in Murnord then all the better. If you properly give me an estimate as to when you might be able to spend some time with us I will make sure that proper arrangements are made for you. As an aside on this subject, I am sure Michael and Gabriel would like for a chance to get to know you better, away from the stresses and worries those in your position are often made to endure, and would be almost as thrilled by a visit as I would be.
Not one who is schooled in combat and the rules that most knights seem to try and adhere to, I will have to take your word on the matter of the one who took the points from Gabriel. I still find it distasteful to think that such is considered typical, if not the norm entirely, but I suppose one can not be blamed for getting caught up in the excitement of it all. I shall put it from my mind and not think on it any further.
I should rest now, alas. I hope to hear from you soon. And do not fret. I have no intention of ceasing my writing to you.
Yours, Lady Genoveffa
Once done, a book was requested; from between its pages a small, blue flower had been pressed, kept between two squares of waxed paper. a thin ribbon that was a dark blue tied around its stem. The preserved blossom was slipped onto the letter which then was folded carefully so that the gift would not fall out on its way to Sir Joffrey. “Hopefully he will not think such a gift as being too… forward,” the young lady mused, more to herself than to her companion. The letter was then sealed and sent off while Genoveffa rested.