The Duke and Duchess of Murchadh
Lochan found it almost too much to look at his wife Isaura’s gaunt, pale face. The beautiful eyes he had once gazed into when they were courting were now dulled with sickness. Her luxurious hair he longed to bury his face in had grown lank and though she still smiled for him it seemed such an effort on her part. He knew she tried to smile to reassure him but he could see the dark circles around her eyes, the blood stains she dabbed from her lips when she coughed.
She had fallen ill even before their wedding, and his father had advised him not to marry her. She was too sickly and would surely die before long, he had warned, but Lochan would not hear of it. He refused to accept that his wife was slowly wasting away, while he remained healthy and strong. He had not spoken a word to his father since that day, a fact he sorely regretted. His father had been killed in the invasion. He would speak no other word to him in this life.
His mother too had been murdered by Faldorn’s army, she was the sister of Eallair’s father and so he and Eallair had grown up together. Lochan knew he must go to Mhalwae with him and help restore the kingdom. It was imperative that the bloodline was continued with the birth of Eallair’s first son and Lochan would do everything in his power to protect his dear friend, the new King.
Isaura had given him no children, it did not seem her frail body could support a baby and so they had died one after the other, stillborn or miscarried. Still, perhaps if they had had children they would not have been able to leave and follow his cousin to this island. And perhaps the fresh air would do Isaura some good. She did seem somehow better from the sea voyage although her eyes looked dead as she stared out over Mhalwae as the ship anchored. He too felt odd when he looked upon the island and an imperceptible shiver ran down his spine. He pulled his wife’s slender body to him as though trying to protect her from something, to impart some of the warmth from his own body into hers.
Hi… Lothere if you are reading this sorry for sort of copying Murchad (with an H). I actually started making these families before Murchad made an appearance and Murchadh came up as a random name on my name generator. I thought it sounded cool (obviously you did too =). Hope you don’t mind.
Oh, dear! I didn’t make up the name Murchad at all, so I don’t feel proprietary. It’s a name I got from a list of the names of the kings of Leinster and Dublin. I like it with an h too. Out of curiosity, what random name generator are you using? (if it is online…)
On the topic of your chapter, this looks like trouble if neither the king nor the duke has managed to have kids so far. (Though of course they might not have been able to come if they had children already…)
I hope the Duchess pulls through. (Pretty name btw.) Maybe there will be some magic on this island to save her? Some elves with healing powers perhaps? Just an idea, you don’t have to sort of copy it or anything…
Hi Lothere. I got the name from http://www.behindthename.com/random/ which seems to be a pretty good generator. It has different sections of names you can choose but I didn’t check any, I just kept clicking until something sort of medieval sounding came up. It is a bit of a worry the lack of kids but hopefully that problem will soon be solved (although I am going to do it randomly so who knows how long it will take). And thanks for the suggestions btw =).
I agree with Lothere – great names. I’m looking forward to finding out more about the island and it’s newest inhabitants.
And thanks for the link. I’m always at a loss for names for my Simmies.
Hey detective CeeCee =) great to have you reading!
Yeah… there are only so many names you can come up with especially medieval ones. Although I should warn you, the name generator sometimes comes out with a shocker like Dolly-Mae or Biggie-Daddy (I recommend not clicking the rapper name button
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Ohh, how sad. How tragic. Half of the major players in the past seem to be dead, and the live half are childless and sick. *sniff* Is there a magical healing spring to solve all problems?
Eeep. I hope she’ll be all right.