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[mrharmony]

Mr. Harmony fondly regards the front room of the Mansion; although he has only just arrived, he has every confidence that he and the master of the house shall be excellent friends shortly, and he wants only a friendly introduction to make it so. In the meantime, he is cataloguing the furniture, the draperies, the pattern of the floor, to slip in a

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[sissy_queen]

Should Mr. Harmony want to speak to someone a little less callous, Guinevere is embroidering at the window, singing a lay softly to herself.

[mrharmony]

He catches sight of her, and bustles over with a charming smile at the ready. "My very dear woman," he says, and bows. "Are you the lady of the house?"

[sissy_queen]

"One of many, good sir," she replies with a charming smile. "Are you looking for aught, per chance?"

[mrharmony]

"I have only been seeking the most appropriate person to praise for this fine house," he answers. "But if you are one of the house's many ladies, then certainly it is fitting to tell you that it is most extraordinarily well-appointed, and that you make the picture all the more charming by your presence."

[sissy_queen]

"Such lovely words, my lord," she replies with a pleasant smile. "Would that all the Courtiers of Camelot be as gently spoken as you." She offers her hand to him, a sign of grace, of course.

[mrharmony]

He takes her hand, and kisses the air over it. "Let's say nothing of Camelot, and less of lords--I am quite keen to know more of yourself, and this place in which you are but one of many ladies. My name is Mr. Harmony; what might I have the honour of calling you?"

[sissy_queen]

"I am Guinevere," she replies with a small smile. "And there nothing to say of me, truly, save for a few trivial endeavours which interest noone."

[mrharmony]

"Even the trivial endeavours of women are of great import to them; if they interest you, I shall listen raptly."

[sissy_queen]

She chuckles, almost sadly. "You would have me tell you of embroidery and the care of young adults, or of how I while away the hours, waiting for my lord's return, sir?"

Or of how I have an incubus illegitimate lover that no-one is supposed to know about, and whose bare thought makes me blush?

[mrharmony]

The blush makes him smile, and he seats himself near her. "If they please you, spare me no detail; I would hear it all."

[sissy_queen]

"The wait, truly, has never quite been a pleasure," she confesses quietly. "Embroidery only keeps my hands busy, though at times, it gives me joy. As for the young ones, I love them as an older sister would, though so close in age we may be."

[mrharmony]

"I see--it has been a long wait." He reaches out to fold her hands in his. "Under what circumstances did you lose him, madam?"

[sissy_queen]

"He is not here, is all," she replies quietly, blushing to the tip of her ears at the very bold touch. "The knights ever tell me my lord may yet come, and still he makes me wait. It has been but half a year now, that I have been without news."

He's there, actually, Arthur. He's 10 years old. Gwen just never figured that puzzle out, and none of the knights found pertinent to inform her.

[mrharmony]

"Has he stayed behind, while you went ahead to this new land?" That doesn't sound like standard immigration procedure at all--even for a woman who consorts with knights.

Well. We're sure the knights have their reasons.

[sissy_queen]

The knights most definitely have excellent reasons.

"Nay, sir, this place came to me, rather. I would not have gone of my own volition unescorted. It was the Court, that found me."

[mrharmony]

"The court, madam?"