Bronwyn/history

"I am told It was a rainy night when I came kicking and screaming into the world. My Uncle never talked about it much, as it was also the night my mother (his sister) died. Her name was Isolde mab Hafwen and she was married to my father Dafydd mab Adain. However, he would not live to see my birth; killed in a bandit attack midway through her pregnancy. Her brother was the Cruarch of Alba; Cerdic mab Rhiannon. My uncle told me it was not my fault, but words do little to erase my guilt.

Nevertheless, being the niece of the Cruarch had its benefits, entitling me to more opportunities and experiences that many of Bryn Gorrydum only dreamed of. My brother Cadeyrn was ten years older than me, and by the time my memories starting sticking he was the young warrior I have always known him to be. My uncle taught him everything he knew, and even brought in other people to teach him weaponry I had never seen. His training was necessary, as he would someday be Cruarch, but I seldom saw my brother.

I was never interested in any sort of fighting. There were many young girls who sought the training to be such, in our culture and society this is not uncommon. In fact many of our best fighters in history have been women; my mother was one of them I am told. No, I showed early signs of apparent intelligence, and my uncle did all he could to insure I had the best tutors in language and other academics. He had a different path for his niece; one of diplomacy, getting things done with a sharp tongue rather than a blade.

I can recall dragging a doll into his audience hall and sitting beside him. My uncle wished me to be exposed to the politics of running a nation; the good and the bad. Giving the people what they wanted to make their lives better and taking the lives of those who deserved it. As I grew older, so did my understanding of getting people to do what I wanted, and convincing people to see things my way. My uncle says our Goddess of Beauty herself delivered me into this world and that is part of the reason people pay attention to what I have to say. I like to think it is a combination of that and my experience; whatever it is, it led to my current position.

My uncle died not long ago while on a visit to Clunderry, and although our royal physician said it was of natural causes, I tend to think there was more to his death. Rumors have circulated that foul play was the cause, but I am not ready to question such as of yet. Hence, my brother Cadeyrn took over as Cruarch and named me his International Diplomat. His first order of business; smooth over the relations with Terre D'Ange. Neither of us messed it up, but it is up to me to clean it up in any way I deem necessary. I look forward to setting foot on their soil, and not returning home until I have what I want; peace and a little extra."