Description
Description
The royal apartments are sumptuous and richly appointed dwellings for the royal family. They dominate the upper levels of the palace, with each royal having a suite of at least three rooms to conduct business, relax, and sleep. It is challenging to get into the royal apartments uninvited, but requests for meetings can be made at any time and, if the royal in question feels like it, they can make time to meet you.
The following Plantagenets, their relations, and visiting royalty have rooms in the Royal Apartments:
King Richard I Lionheart
Eleanor of Aquitaine
Prince John and Isabella of Gloucester
Emma of Anjou, the wife of Prince Dafydd of Gwynedd
King William the Lion of Scotland
and the German children: William of Brunswick, Otto of Bavaria, and William of Winchester
And as often as not, Eleanor, the Fair Maid of Brittany, and little Prince Arthur can be found here as well, in the company of Eleanor or Richard.
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding