Post by Lady Chloestrain MacGregor on Feb 6, 2010 20:36:47 GMT -6
In the South in the Land known as Sleat, the MacGregor’s did indeed rule the land, clans had united under the Clan Leader Searc... Now that he had secured his leadership with a heir apparent and a Lady Wife who was the epitome of grace and gentility. Dunsgateich and it’s surrounding lands had prospered greatly due to both Searc’s great business and trade proclivities and the new opportunities that had come about by the great Gaelic Renaissance. It seemed as if in the Realm of Sleat and of the MacGregor’s… nothing could be finer...
The New Year of 1333 would find the Family MacGregor, gathered round the hearth, in celebration, a feast of the passing Yule and the New Year saw men raising their glasses at the stroke of Midnight... Pulling their ladies into their arms for a kiss to start the new year off right... Many a new McGregor’s might be conceived this night, if the empty barrels of ale were any indicator of what nocturnal activities might be carried out as the torches were snuffed later on... Loud chorus of booming voices were raised in Salute to Skye, and the Mo’r Traith and his Lady, then cheers again as glasses were raised for the Chieftain MacGregor, Searc and his Lady Wife, Chloe… and their son… His name a bit of a reflection of his Mother’s strong will, and his father’s bending on one occasion… perhaps a truce of sorts between the MacGregor and his Wife… the three year old boy tucked away in his bed in the Castle Tower... Robinson Rait MacGregor, a little idiom that she took secret pleasure in every time she called the boy by his full name… how many hours had she sat writing Iain's Name.. and rearrangeing the letters to form that of her son.. her own little F**k You to the world at Large… if her son could not be Iain Robertson II in his own right... He would still have the name… if only arranged slightly different...
Robin may carry the MacGregor name, but he was Iain’s son thru and thru... Already he was a curious yet intelligent hellion, intent on becoming the best at everything he set his mind and heart too… He was Chloe’s joy... Her life... And everything she did was to promote him and make his life the best it could be. Someday Robin would be the Chieftain of the MacGregor’s… if not the Robertsons…
Searc made his way to his wife’s side as the hour chimed midnight... Claiming his husbandly kiss... It was as usual. Chaste sparse... And dignified... There were those who spoke of the Lady Chloestrain Modesty in such things... And there were those who spoke of the lack of a second child... To say that she was well loved by most was true enough... But like in most great houses… there are enemies even amongst the apostles… and in this case there were several wagging tongues... Both male and female to detract from both Searc and Chloe… power was after all… the name of the game. When the kiss was pressed to her lips, she fought the rise of bile in her throat... Three years had not tempered her feelings toward the man… at all... And now being privy to his great secret… he reviled her even more, even if she was bound to play the dutiful wife in public... To all the kiss was sweet if lacking passion, beneath gritted teeth she snarled where only he could hear… “Pressing you luck… aren’t you dear” she stepped back... And smiled to the crowd... As his large pawish hands wound round her slender waist…pulling her closer to his side...
Lifting his glass he smiled down at his wife… “To all those McGregor’s that are wondering… This year will bring a new Bairn to the McGregor’s… for I intend... To get my Beautiful Wife with Child… and fill this castle with the sound of pitter pattering little feet!” he lifted his glass as the crowd cheered them both...
It was noted by a few how the color drained from Chloe’s face… and how she seemed suddenly ill… perhaps too much wine..? Before the toast was concluded she had bolted from the great hall and up the stairs… Searc would finish his tankard and grin to the crowd… “It seems my Wife is most Anxious to get to bed… Goodnight Kinsman and Clansmen… wish me well…” he chuckled as his long legs took him up the stairs. He would be taming the shrew… tonight
The New Year of 1333 would find the Family MacGregor, gathered round the hearth, in celebration, a feast of the passing Yule and the New Year saw men raising their glasses at the stroke of Midnight... Pulling their ladies into their arms for a kiss to start the new year off right... Many a new McGregor’s might be conceived this night, if the empty barrels of ale were any indicator of what nocturnal activities might be carried out as the torches were snuffed later on... Loud chorus of booming voices were raised in Salute to Skye, and the Mo’r Traith and his Lady, then cheers again as glasses were raised for the Chieftain MacGregor, Searc and his Lady Wife, Chloe… and their son… His name a bit of a reflection of his Mother’s strong will, and his father’s bending on one occasion… perhaps a truce of sorts between the MacGregor and his Wife… the three year old boy tucked away in his bed in the Castle Tower... Robinson Rait MacGregor, a little idiom that she took secret pleasure in every time she called the boy by his full name… how many hours had she sat writing Iain's Name.. and rearrangeing the letters to form that of her son.. her own little F**k You to the world at Large… if her son could not be Iain Robertson II in his own right... He would still have the name… if only arranged slightly different...
Robin may carry the MacGregor name, but he was Iain’s son thru and thru... Already he was a curious yet intelligent hellion, intent on becoming the best at everything he set his mind and heart too… He was Chloe’s joy... Her life... And everything she did was to promote him and make his life the best it could be. Someday Robin would be the Chieftain of the MacGregor’s… if not the Robertsons…
Robinson Rait MacGregor
Searc made his way to his wife’s side as the hour chimed midnight... Claiming his husbandly kiss... It was as usual. Chaste sparse... And dignified... There were those who spoke of the Lady Chloestrain Modesty in such things... And there were those who spoke of the lack of a second child... To say that she was well loved by most was true enough... But like in most great houses… there are enemies even amongst the apostles… and in this case there were several wagging tongues... Both male and female to detract from both Searc and Chloe… power was after all… the name of the game. When the kiss was pressed to her lips, she fought the rise of bile in her throat... Three years had not tempered her feelings toward the man… at all... And now being privy to his great secret… he reviled her even more, even if she was bound to play the dutiful wife in public... To all the kiss was sweet if lacking passion, beneath gritted teeth she snarled where only he could hear… “Pressing you luck… aren’t you dear” she stepped back... And smiled to the crowd... As his large pawish hands wound round her slender waist…pulling her closer to his side...
Lifting his glass he smiled down at his wife… “To all those McGregor’s that are wondering… This year will bring a new Bairn to the McGregor’s… for I intend... To get my Beautiful Wife with Child… and fill this castle with the sound of pitter pattering little feet!” he lifted his glass as the crowd cheered them both...
It was noted by a few how the color drained from Chloe’s face… and how she seemed suddenly ill… perhaps too much wine..? Before the toast was concluded she had bolted from the great hall and up the stairs… Searc would finish his tankard and grin to the crowd… “It seems my Wife is most Anxious to get to bed… Goodnight Kinsman and Clansmen… wish me well…” he chuckled as his long legs took him up the stairs. He would be taming the shrew… tonight
