banquets
There is nothing I adore more than hostessing. I welcome people to my home as often as I can - the kitchen staff work for days to prepare the feasts we have put on. My parties are famous throughout Scotland and I have heard tell of wagers between noblewomen as to who will be invited next. Quite indecent of them, but I suppose they can hardly be blamed... my banquets are full of only the best company, music, and food. I enjoy these nights and the company of our friends greatly. But the best part is nobody has caught onto the real reason I host them. I could never admit it to him, but when Macbeth is at war I miss him so much it feels like physical pain. Filling the house with joyful friends is my favourite way to distract from the loneliness. How can he and I truly be partners in life if we are always separated when he is constantly off fighting? I cannot share this with him otherwise he will worry about me while he is away. I do not want him to be distracted from the battlefield where a clansman could hack off his head in the blink of an eye. When he is away from me he is not focused on his outside ambitions, all he can think about is casualties and battle cries. He forgets that we should be ruling instead of fighting. Should be having those work for us instead of the other way around. These thoughts should not be dwelled upon. I must go discuss the next menus with the cook. I am hosting a winter solstice banquet and the guest list is as big as ever.
embroidery
From time to time when I have gotten the house settled and looked after, I enjoy sitting and embellishing by the light of the fire. Embroidery kept me company as a young girl waiting for her parents to find a husband and made me quite proficient when it comes to needlework. Of course, I have no need to do my own mending, but it brings me some happiness to be able to add a crest here and there at no great mental expense.
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