The Golden Harbor - Eidulb

[Siobhan W.]

In the newly polished courtyard of the Golden Harbor estate, footmen awaited esteemed guests. The pressed uniforms proudly display the Windstrom crest, and the straight backs demonstrate the discipline and pride each man has in serving their new Lady. They have been instructed to allow entry to any who show a letter bearing Dame Siobhans mark, a request they raise an eyebrow at when the head butler informs them, but all swear to obey.

Inside, delicious smells of food, pleasant scents from candles made of wax and twisted into artwork mingled with polish and scrub used the manor house had recently undergone. Windstrom colors were everywhere. In flowers, banners, rugs, and decor. Several large portraits hung in prominent display, venerated Windstrom ancestors. The proud poses and stern expressions are juxtaposed with more playful elements, using symbolism to convey much in a painting.

Dame Siobhan sits inside, hopeful but not fretful about guests, as she watches from an upstairs window. It was a gamble, holding a dinner party with everything going on in the realm. And one new dame was hardly cause for most to leave their own duties when there was no promise of excitement. Still, Siobhan waited, a small smile on her face. Gambles were meant to be made for fortune to be had. And seeing who had the inclination and ability to answer her summons was telling as well.