Post by Margaret Fitzalan on Feb 3, 2008 5:21:04 GMT -5
William Fitzalan held many titles upon his native soil of Ireland. His first true title given was that of Lord Mautrarers. As time passed, he was then inducted as a Knight of the Bath and in turn gained his Earldom as Earl of Arundel. In the end, having gained the favor of King Henry VIII, he was finally inducted within the Order of the Garter.
A proud position he held, as it wasn't bought but one earned through diligence and loyalty. Of course, his heart always rested within the Emerald Isle, the lands of his birth, his ancestory. His actions were those of a man who wished to see his people, his family, prosper and live without fear, without worry of condemnation. In order to see that this was so true, his actions would lead him to the positions and titles he now held.
He married for love, as rare as that was, a beautiful woman by the name of Anne Peary. It was with her they brought four strong children into the world. Starting with Catherine, Henry, Margaret and Elizabeth.
Life was good, his family prospered even through the toughest of times. His son was growing into the stength of a man, and following in his father's footsteps. Such pride William carried in this fact. HIs daughters were lovely lasses, intelligent, and hard working.
Catherine took after her mother, a frail creature by nature. Demure. She was like one of those tiny glass figurines he would find time to buy for his lovely wife. Fearful if you held too hard, she would shatter into pieces. It wasn't surprising when Catherine found her calling amoungst the Catholic church, being as compassionate as she was. At a time when young lasses were being courted and wooed, she was preparing herself to join the sisterhood. Eventually, she did. Now known as Sister Catherine of Arundel.
Margaret was more solid in nature. As resillient as she was brilliant. Her interest in the knighthood always amused him. She knew it wasn't a woman's place to be amoungst the ranks; not that she didn't complain about it constantly. How unfair that only men could be chosen. Though her complain was always made with a grin or smile. She understood her place, and was compliant to accept what she was allowed. Contentment was found in being allowed to watch and train with the others. Finding pleasure in the matching of wit and skills. Where she lacked in strength, she superceeded in speed and agility.
Elizabeth was still young, her place in the world unsure, but he could easily see her following in the steps of his eldest daughter. If he could ever keep her out of the forest. She loved nature, and she loved the animals. He'd never openly say it, but in his thoughts, he would say she would have made the perfect Druid with her nature. Little did he know.
Life was good, his family around him, and relative peace had settled upon war torn lands for the most part. That was until he was dispatched to the Pale. He was informed he needed to send an Emissary from Arundale to England in representation of the Emerald Isle.
Long and hard he went over the list of names in his head, to the point it left him holed up in his den for quite some time. While in deep thought, Maggie would knock on the door and gain entry. Bringing her father his nightly drink. Seeing him in such deep thought, she asked what worried his mind so, and here he shared his dilema.
Imagine his surprise when she voluntered to do this. He at first said no, venomously. He wasn't going to feed his daughter to the English wolves, no matter his alliance. Persistant she was, to the point she would make it known in the days passing with subtle hints and comments. To the point it had his wife and son curious of what was going on. His son was unable to go, due to his present duties as squire to an English Lord. In the end, he'd relent and Margaret got her way.
Thus, on the next ship that left for England, his third borne child would be upon it. Now all he could do was pray she'd be alright. For realization was now upon him, his daughter had become a Lady of the Garter. In a sense, her wish had came true!
A proud position he held, as it wasn't bought but one earned through diligence and loyalty. Of course, his heart always rested within the Emerald Isle, the lands of his birth, his ancestory. His actions were those of a man who wished to see his people, his family, prosper and live without fear, without worry of condemnation. In order to see that this was so true, his actions would lead him to the positions and titles he now held.
He married for love, as rare as that was, a beautiful woman by the name of Anne Peary. It was with her they brought four strong children into the world. Starting with Catherine, Henry, Margaret and Elizabeth.
Life was good, his family prospered even through the toughest of times. His son was growing into the stength of a man, and following in his father's footsteps. Such pride William carried in this fact. HIs daughters were lovely lasses, intelligent, and hard working.
Catherine took after her mother, a frail creature by nature. Demure. She was like one of those tiny glass figurines he would find time to buy for his lovely wife. Fearful if you held too hard, she would shatter into pieces. It wasn't surprising when Catherine found her calling amoungst the Catholic church, being as compassionate as she was. At a time when young lasses were being courted and wooed, she was preparing herself to join the sisterhood. Eventually, she did. Now known as Sister Catherine of Arundel.
Margaret was more solid in nature. As resillient as she was brilliant. Her interest in the knighthood always amused him. She knew it wasn't a woman's place to be amoungst the ranks; not that she didn't complain about it constantly. How unfair that only men could be chosen. Though her complain was always made with a grin or smile. She understood her place, and was compliant to accept what she was allowed. Contentment was found in being allowed to watch and train with the others. Finding pleasure in the matching of wit and skills. Where she lacked in strength, she superceeded in speed and agility.
Elizabeth was still young, her place in the world unsure, but he could easily see her following in the steps of his eldest daughter. If he could ever keep her out of the forest. She loved nature, and she loved the animals. He'd never openly say it, but in his thoughts, he would say she would have made the perfect Druid with her nature. Little did he know.
Life was good, his family around him, and relative peace had settled upon war torn lands for the most part. That was until he was dispatched to the Pale. He was informed he needed to send an Emissary from Arundale to England in representation of the Emerald Isle.
Long and hard he went over the list of names in his head, to the point it left him holed up in his den for quite some time. While in deep thought, Maggie would knock on the door and gain entry. Bringing her father his nightly drink. Seeing him in such deep thought, she asked what worried his mind so, and here he shared his dilema.
Imagine his surprise when she voluntered to do this. He at first said no, venomously. He wasn't going to feed his daughter to the English wolves, no matter his alliance. Persistant she was, to the point she would make it known in the days passing with subtle hints and comments. To the point it had his wife and son curious of what was going on. His son was unable to go, due to his present duties as squire to an English Lord. In the end, he'd relent and Margaret got her way.
Thus, on the next ship that left for England, his third borne child would be upon it. Now all he could do was pray she'd be alright. For realization was now upon him, his daughter had become a Lady of the Garter. In a sense, her wish had came true!