Unless he decided to travel to Edoras with another woman in tow, one he's stashed somewhere so he could spare the time to fuck her, Éomer can figure out just fine who Miruvor might be.
Slipping her arm through his, she hugs it to her side and beams up at him. "You named her," she says, a statement and not a question. Obviously he's talking about the horse she gave him the last time they met. "Good. I hope she has served you well and did not embarrass her people in any way."
She guides him across the study to a door tucked away in the corner of the room, one that leads from the study into a smaller antechamber, and from there into another room, the royal bedchamber. Inside, the room is dominated by a huge carved bed, piled high with furs and blankets, velvet draperies hung all around it that could be drawn closed to keep out the cold air of winter. The wall opposite the bed is taken up mainly by a large stone hearth, laid in preparation for her arrival but not lit, a washbasin and an ewer of water sitting at the ready beside. The rest of the walls are covered with tapestries, both to illustrate the history of her House, but mainly to keep out the drafts. Her armor rests on a stand in the corner, at attention beside a large wardrobe that holds the rest of her clothing, and the chest at the foot of the bed usually holds blankets and the like, but is currently safeguarding her uncle's clothes, ones that were cleared from the wardrobe to make space for the formal gowns that were made for her. There are two chairs and a small table arranged in front of the fireplace, and it's in that direction she steers them both, reaching up behind herself with the hand not holding Eskel's arm to start to unlace herself so she can slip free from her dress.
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Date: 2020-09-13 04:08 am (UTC)Slipping her arm through his, she hugs it to her side and beams up at him. "You named her," she says, a statement and not a question. Obviously he's talking about the horse she gave him the last time they met. "Good. I hope she has served you well and did not embarrass her people in any way."
She guides him across the study to a door tucked away in the corner of the room, one that leads from the study into a smaller antechamber, and from there into another room, the royal bedchamber. Inside, the room is dominated by a huge carved bed, piled high with furs and blankets, velvet draperies hung all around it that could be drawn closed to keep out the cold air of winter. The wall opposite the bed is taken up mainly by a large stone hearth, laid in preparation for her arrival but not lit, a washbasin and an ewer of water sitting at the ready beside. The rest of the walls are covered with tapestries, both to illustrate the history of her House, but mainly to keep out the drafts. Her armor rests on a stand in the corner, at attention beside a large wardrobe that holds the rest of her clothing, and the chest at the foot of the bed usually holds blankets and the like, but is currently safeguarding her uncle's clothes, ones that were cleared from the wardrobe to make space for the formal gowns that were made for her. There are two chairs and a small table arranged in front of the fireplace, and it's in that direction she steers them both, reaching up behind herself with the hand not holding Eskel's arm to start to unlace herself so she can slip free from her dress.