Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-17114085-20150723083929

"Yes, Wayrest is a fine city. In all my years living here, I haven't loved this city any less." Queen Edwinna replied. "Even when it was damaged during the rebellion, its beauty still shone."

Joslin turned to the Lady. She was in her mid 20s, her skin fair and delicate. Her eyes were blue like their family's banner and her hair a deep black like her mother's used to be. "No, all of them either just want my family's money or wish to play the white knight and for me to play the helpless princess." she replied.

"Yes, hopefully you find a husband soon. Else you will be past your childbearing age." Her father interjected. He observed the prince, as if examining him. "Maybe the young Prince is to your liking."

Edwinna shook her head at Marcel. "She still has plenty of time." She faced her daughter. "No rush my dear. Get married when you find the one you wish to spend the rest of your life with."

The Minstrel finished his song. The young lad addressed the people at the table. "What do you wish me to play next?"

"Oh, will you be so kind as to perform some poetry. I do love those." The Queen said.

"Yes, your grace." he replied and strung his harp creating a soft melody and began the poem.

The servants placed the starters in front of the royals and nobles at the table. It was a small dish. Shrimp from the bay, on small cubes of ice and on the side a red sauce.

"I love this shrimp." The King said. "Freshly caught just this morning. Nothing better."