Audience Chamber

Moira watched them both walk in. Even though she tried her hardest to look presentable, she sat there, and now the crown was within her hands. Letting it balance there she placed it back on when they looked at the grown. It was a thin straight-around crown much like her sister's but with Northern emblems and gems. Which were Crystals to signify Winter. Which is what the North was known for.

Standing up when she saw them both lower their heads in shame. All of the servants left. She moved down the walk way and knelt down, picking up Esras' sword and then she moved and sheathed his sword for him. "Esras Kavanagh I knighted you for many reasons. I will not take that from you. Nor will I take your life because of something you did within the system of Justice." She breathed out. She wasn't happy with how Cahir went; she knew that he was a lowly person even though he was a King.

She would take his chin and lift his head. Smiling at him and then she would do so to Renny. Looking back at Esras. "Thank you for defending Ranait." Sighing a little she moved and then wrapped her arms around his abdomen in a hug. But then she felt something. She would lean back and look down at her dress. A pool of blood had gathered and she looked at his tunic at the hole and the wound. "Esras." She'd say and then lift his tunic slowly. "You should have gotten this checked." She sighed. Moving and Ripping her dress; it was ruined anyways. She pulled his shirt up, "Ranait I need you to help Esras take his shirt off with as little blood gush as you can possibly." She said sternly. Whenever Ranait did she began to wrap his abdomen. "We need to get that stitched."

Esras blinked when she said that the king shouldn't have accepted a challenge from him, "Well I wasn't going to challenge him. Not until he asked if I was going to, anyways," he would mutter, thinking back on the conversation. He wondered briefly if the King had truly thought he would win, or if he thought Esras would let him yield. He tried to ignore Renny taking off his shirt, but she had pressed her hand into his wound which caused him to wince, and she shifted against it repeatedly which made him want to yelp in pain. But he managed not to, surprisingly. Upon hearing the Queen's response to him saying it didn't hurt he would blink, suddenly regretting the fact that he had said that, mostly because after them messing with it he was hurting pretty badly.

He would refuse to act like he was though, and when they moved from the audience chamber he would lift his head high, straightening his form so that nobody could even guess that he was wounded. He wasn't going to let himself be seen dragged about by two ladies while he groaned in pain. It just wasn't going to happen. When they got to a physician he would sink down in the nearest chair, clenching his jaw and bowing his head as he tried to control his breathing. He wondered how much blood he had lost, and how he had managed to not feel it until now, but wouldn't question anybody about it.

"Well.. You can't change what will happen in the course of time." She said semi in shock of the news. One part was relieved, the other uninterested in what kind of rumors would end up starting about her and her Kingdom. She had wanted to keep her kingdom peaceful. Another part of her didn't notice the difference at all; her husband was never there for her. She had to practically summon him to the Audience room like a servant, a knight or her lady in waiting. She sighed as they moved to the infirmary, when the Knight raised his head she would shake her own. But she would grin at her young Knight.

When the physician began stitching him up and getting him attended too, Moira tried to save her dress but gave up for now. She would have to just burn the dress. She took her crown off and let her thumb play with the gems again. She looked up to notice Ranait looking at Esras with an attraction; looking at her young knight she'd glance back and smile slyly. Though she knew that would still never happen it was fun to see. There were just loves that were too young to proceed. She knew Esras would find his proper match sometime.
Placing her crown back on her head she would watch as the physician left for some bandaging. "I wish to appoint you my heir." She looked at Esras. "I know many won't like this decision but. I am not going to make heirs or have children on my own. I wish to fall in love if I were to marry again. Not be arranged. So.. Consider it my thanks. Don't worry if you wish to not become the heir to the throne. But I needed to offer you something.. You may not know it but you've given me a second chance.. At marriage." Is this how Morgan felt?

She watched Esras blink at her in a confusion. Like as if he'd think she had gone crazy. "I said I wished to. You can say no Esras." Moira insisted. When she smiled just lightly to Esras. "What happens if I end up in another Kingdom?" Not that she was planning anything; but her reaction to the Eastern Kingdom showed that her thoughts could be elsewhere than the Northern Kingdom. Upon questioning her chances at children, she would shake her head. "I'm not really sure about if I am going to have kids. I would love to, as I have stated. But I.. I had thought about what to do as a thank you. You're already heir to your parents' title. Obviously they see something in you that should be considered in my position."
She'd grin lightly and then shake her head. "I am sorry if I sound like a Queen of Fools instead of Queen of the North to you Sir Kavanagh. I, yes, want to use the heir status to show you my thanks.." As she had stated. "But I think you could do some good to this Kingdom. I feel out of place here, even though I am the only one that many would accept as their Kingdom's leader. I was not birthed by Northern Blood. I was only put in my position due to a promise of birthright from the late Western King to the late, late Northern King. In a way, you may not have had much of a face-to-face with me. But I have been watching you since your Uncle took you as his squire. I was the one who insisted you be knighted early." She'd pause and look quietly at her hands. "I feel that Cahir has dealt a good damage to this Kingdom even though he never meddled in the political affairs.. He made it insanely hard for me to relate to the women of the Northern Kingdom aside from Duchess Mahon. If you wish to decline. I would request you at my side as a friend and.." She sighed. Trying to think of how to put this. "I wish you my Commander if you will not take Heir. I need someone who trusts me, and who I trust, and is not afraid to tell me what he thinks and feels on situations that come to hand." Moira looked tired for a moment.