Teyrna II

Well, now you actually get to meet Teyrna, the character from whose perspective this takes place.  However, realistically this whole chapter is more about Cadeyrn than it is about his wife.  I suppose though that they're be a steady shift away from that.  This picture is not really what either of them look like, but it's surprisingly hard to find a picture of a Celtic couple. As always, I hope you all enjoy.

As he was about to ascend the steps his arm was caught by someone, a woman. He turned to look at her and as he realized who she was she could see a glimmer take his eyes and dimples form on his cheeks. He rolled his wrist around to grab hers and gripped her arm with his other hand, all in an instant. There he paused as he gazed into her eyes for a moment before pulling her body close to hers and smothering her lips with his own. “Teyrna, love, I am made glad to see you here.” He gestured up towards to the platform by means of his eyes and continued, “There is much work to be done this day. Fate is woven in a fabric that men cannot comprehend.” He took her hand led her up, where she moved to stand beside the seat.

He turned to face the entirety of the room, but did not take his seat. He easily demanded the attention of the room, and it was for that very reason that he was elected as Vergobret, the chief administrative official of the Aevergos, but the high chieftains, who in turn were elected by regional chiefs. By just law, he was the ruler of their people until they had decided that they were in need of a different one. He called them all together when they had need, and would call them together to vote on important issues that he felt that he alone did not have the right to decide. This was one of them. An envoy had come from the empire to the south. There could be no good that comes of this, these men who would rather tell lies by means of their tongues than to tell truths by means of their swords.

“Artfael!” Cadeyrn’s voice bellowed across the room. “Bring in our esteemed guests, who would travel so far to parlay with us.” And at his words the large mustachioed warrior by the entrance left through the main entrance and quite shortly came back in with three men, all of unusual dress. She’d seen southerners before, but it was not often, and every time they seemed strange to her. All three of them were darker in skin and hair, and to their people, these were beautiful traits. It’s no wonder that along the coast many men and women intermarried with the Molosseirians.