Sometimes the only way to cope is to seek solitude. Aellwenn was no exception to this. The Lady lie there with a throbbing headache as she stared up at the ceiling. She awoke in the Prancing Pony with little to no memory of what happened the night before. But her intuition told her that she admitted some things that she would never be caught saying, while sober. Of late it felt as if she was expected to perform for an audience and if she were entirely honest with herself she detested it! She refused to be a trophy for anyone. Yet her acquaintances call out to her saying "Aellwenn drink with us! Aellwenn sit with us!"
She gripped the sheets and ground her teeth muttering to herself "Imposter." Indeed she felt like an imposter. An imposter wearing the clothing of a Highborn. A dull ache approaching her heart. Until her musings were interrupted by a knock at her door. "Madam are you well? Butterbur wanted to check on your well-being. You were quite tipsy the night before. Will you be wanting breakfast?" Nob's voice poured through the door to her room. The Lady frowned food was the last thing she cared about at present but it certainly would help the hangover. "Yes, tell him that I shall be in the commons posthaste. I'll be having some eggs and whatever else he can spare."
"Very good madam! Try not to hurt yourself on the way out." The hobbit quipped then the sound of his footsteps disappeared. Leaving her to dread the early morning.
