It's much later than she had hoped it would be by the time Éomer returns to her chambers, having fielded a fair number of questions about where the witcher might be, which she answered gracefully, and a few pointed comments about how wise it might be to allow one such freedom in her court, which she answered far less gracefully.
Her advisers want what is best for the line of Eorl, she understands that. Their primary concern is securing an heir for the throne so that the bloodline continues. She does not understand why they think that means they can involve themselves in her personal business thusly; Eskel will not be begetting any heirs by her, so it does not matter if he shares her bed. The greybeards that sit around her council table can either learn to live with it or they can leave.
Her sour mood only exacerbated by the fact that she had to stay in her seat and listen to the court bard recite what felt like endless hours of poetry, Éomer is not very happy when she lets herself into her rooms and forbids the chambermaids who try to follow her from entering, though the sight of Eskel sprawled out across her entire bed does make her smile.
He looks so peaceful, asleep as he is, that she tries to undress herself without waking him, cursing the little laces that do up her dress under her breath as she twists herself to try and release them without breaking them.
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Date: 2020-09-16 06:09 pm (UTC)Her advisers want what is best for the line of Eorl, she understands that. Their primary concern is securing an heir for the throne so that the bloodline continues. She does not understand why they think that means they can involve themselves in her personal business thusly; Eskel will not be begetting any heirs by her, so it does not matter if he shares her bed. The greybeards that sit around her council table can either learn to live with it or they can leave.
Her sour mood only exacerbated by the fact that she had to stay in her seat and listen to the court bard recite what felt like endless hours of poetry, Éomer is not very happy when she lets herself into her rooms and forbids the chambermaids who try to follow her from entering, though the sight of Eskel sprawled out across her entire bed does make her smile.
He looks so peaceful, asleep as he is, that she tries to undress herself without waking him, cursing the little laces that do up her dress under her breath as she twists herself to try and release them without breaking them.