Post by hrsegrl on Apr 26, 2007 16:30:01 GMT -5
Holder Profile
Email: umaine17@earthlink.net
Character
Name: Jazira
Rank: Lady Holder of Bitra
Gender: female
Age: 41
Origin: Bitra Hold
Appearance:
Beautiful but in more ways than not she represents forbidden fruit. Jazira has long black hair that has a natural body wave. Her eyes seem to change in the light but are brown. The Lady wears her hair down in the evenings but it is places up in intricate ways during the day. Her build is voluptuous. Her waist is not large despite her seven children. Her breasts are beginning to sag slightly but still her figure is something to be desired.
Jazira is not short in stature nor is she exceedingly tall reaching just above 5’8”. Her clothing always fits the occasion and she appears at all times as a Lady. Never has she given anyone doubt about her position, just by her appearance. She never slumps or hunches her back.
Though she is beginning to grow older, Jazira continues to exude a wild beauty, something one can desire but not capture. Even during pregnancy, she doesn’t just look beautiful she practically glows. Her skin is a lovely olive in complexion. Her nose long and straight but it fits her face. Pink full lips are brought together in a serious half smile. Her humor is normally serious and her face shows that.
Decent Holders would never show themselves in anything but the best clothing. Jazira prefers to wear deep colors of red, black, blue. Even at times she wears Golds. Her complexion allows for lighter colors as well. After all, her wardrobe is enormous. Only the best cloth can be used for her, though she doesn’t commission new clothes unless needed. (she isn’t one to waste the Hold’s money on frivolous things.)
Family:
Torsun (Father, 80)- Leads a large minor Holding not far from the border between Bitra and Lemos.
Svetlana (mother, 77)- Always submissive in the presence of others, portrays true Ladyship capabilities. As always, supports her husband’s ambitions.
Bresco (brother, 56)- heir to the minor Holding, especially since his sister has given them that sort of security.
Helger (brother, 53)-leads another minor Holding, on the border between Bitra and Benden.
Aiden (brother, 51) – Master smith
Eliyr (sister, 50) – married to a minor Holding family. Has only 3 children as four died of an illness several turns ago. Her husband never fully recovered his strength.
Derrel (brother, 48) – Runs his own cothold close to the Hold proper. Mostly he just gambles…
Maddrick (brother, 44)- Guard at the Hold Proper, has a lot of admiration for his Hold and his younger sister.
Teague (sister, 38) recently died in childbed. Has ten children, youngest is brain damaged (on Pern he is termed as a dead glow.)
Husband: Lord Holder Haydrin (42)
Children
Leslow – son, 20, heir
Hadrel- son,17 (deceased, Turn 1054)
Vega- daughter 15
Kalista- daughter, 12
Gregor- son, 11
Merie- daughter,9
Havala – daughter, 6
Jazerine- daughter, 2
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality:
Insidious, crafty, cunning, and wily the Lady Holder is anything but sweet tempered. She is exacting and demanding of her staff. To be her personal drudge is to be a slave in that it is the hardest thing one can do at the Hold. She doesn't think much about what drudges want, she leaves that to the Headwoman, a person who she doesn't always get along with but whom she has decided she can live with. Everything in the Main Hold must be spotless, she’s a clean freak!
She is always right or had better be right when it concerns her Hold and her children. Many Harpers had been kicked out for tellign her daughters that women could be anything they wanted. They could not. Her daughters would be Ladies and there was going to be no argument on that.
At best she is cantankerous and moody. Though she seems driven by her emotions the only thing that really captured her interest outside of her Hold is power. She believes that Bitra is the best Hold and that it is the most powerful on Pern. She gives her undivided support to her husband on anything that he chooses to do in public. In private she is his confidant, and the one person who could possibly sway his opinions. Thus far she has always been the perfect Lady on the outside.
Her lines are pure and would never damage all the work her family has done to get ehre where she is now. She has only one man in her life and that is her husband, even if she may use her somewhat insidious nature to make one believe that they could be another man in her life. She doesn't mind flirting but thinks of other men as below her. Besides, her husband more than satisfies her. Her children are important to her in the sense that they are her own achievements. For her to have so many suprised many people but not her or her husband. Their relationship had always been based on a sexual attraction.
She is more than power hungry, she wants to conquer the world in a way, by having her daughters and sons marry to other Holder families. Thus far she is quite possibly the most prolific Lady. Her strengths lie in her wit and beauty but she lacks the sort of phyisical strength a man would have or even a woman who worked out often would. She enjoys red wine and some dancing. Jazira especially likes a Gather because she can meet other powerful people and learn more about them.
Hobbies/Skills:
Pets: No
History: Jazira was not the first child to be born in her large family, nor would she be the last. For centuries her father’s family had been trying to claim the Bitran Lordship.
The first chapter of her life is called cunning.
Cunning: As Jazira grew from baby to child she began to understand what was going on around her. Her mother, was always making comments about details. Hold your posture, your gown should be worn like this, hold your fork this way not that, don't speak unless spoken to...etc. She understood what this meant. Her father had told her many times, a story about their family. The work they had done. One night when he was telling Jazira the family story she made a comment that set a spark in her father's eyes. "The Lord Holder's son is only a couple turns older than me." It was as if her mind was ahead of the rest of them.
She began to study more. The more she learned the more she understood her place. Even as a child she knew what she wanted. Her girlish wiles, she used to get things. It was interesting how one could seem so innocent and still manuever people into doing exactly what one desired them to. She was quick to learn how to be subtle. By age ten, her true personality began to show more and more. She was becoming a perfectionist, harsh on the weaknesses of others, constantly trying to improve on things, she even told a young man off who had been waiting on her. Her mother could not have been more proud of her arrogant daughter.
Courage- Jazira grew from child to youth. She was moody and cantankerous. Her actions were hardly the actions of a Lady in control. She was constantly bickering with people. It was the year of her thirteenth birthing day that things abruptly changed. Her father had been charged with helping plan a Gather for the Lord Holder. After all he was very good at keeping a budget. She was going to attend the Gather so long as she learned to attend to her emotions and keep them in check.
Little Zira, as her father called her, soon had to face herself. Her own issues and problems. It was time for it, her mother agreed. Jazira decided she had to go to the Gather and she would do anything even the things she most feared to get there. A few months later the Gather was indeed held, and through her better behavior, young Jazira was able to attend.
The first time she saw the Lord Holder's son she was impressed. While he was only two turns her senior he was a lot more mature than she would have expected of a fifteen turn old. He was not ugly looking, as she had thought he might be. It took all her strength to even look at him for longer than a few seconds. She wanted him to notice her but she didn't want to overstep her bounds as a Minor Holder's daughter.
It was not long of course before her mother and his mother got to talking. The two were set up to dance. Jazira didn't consider herself attractive at thirteen. She had no breasts to speak of, her hips too were nonexistant, her nose was too long for her face and she had scrawny arms. Still she knew this was her chance to make an impression on the young man. Instead of focusing on the negative she danced with him confidently and tried not to meet his gaze too often. His hand on her waist was enough to quiet her anyway. She felt a slight shiver up her spine. It may not have been anything but lust at that point but young as she was, she read into it as more.
When her turn was over she smiled at him and walked back to the watchful eye of her mother. This is the moment that her life changed again... this part of it is known as Ambition.
Oh yes, she was ambitious. She was going to marry that boy. Even if she had to injure the other girl's reputations to do it. Other young men might have tried to get her attention that night but she doesn't recall it at all. Her intention was only to have one man. If only he could see her potential. She thought herself so unlovely at this point that she couldn't watch the other girls.
She escaped her mother's ever watchful eye and that of her own drudge to escape to the courtyard. An evening breeze let her calm her nerves. Little did she know there was a young man leaving the Gather to do just the same thing. He stood next to her quietly. She had not registered who it was, only that it was comfortable to be quiet with him. She wasn't afraid in the slightest and she was sort of caught up in her thoughts.
When she finally did look, she acted like she knew it was him all along. "Having fun yet?" she asked, her words followed by a yawn. He smiled, "My feet will never recover." She laughed, even were he not who he was, she might have felt the same about him. "Sad duty it is to dance with so many eligable ladies."
"Some of them were not so bad. You dance well." Even if she was a bit younger than some of the others. She had room to grow. She wondered if he remembered everyone. "This is my first Gather. Are they always this boring?"
"Only when your mother keeps annoyingly close tabs on you. Otherwise you can sneak off and do fun things..."
"What would you suggest?"
"Going somewhere where neither of us will be pestered."
She weighed his words carefully, if they did something bad it could be bad for her reputation and she would lose what she wanted. If she didn't go with him she might not make the impression on him she wished to. Who knew the next time she would be at the Hold Proper.
"Alright then. Lead the way." She didn't feel weird almost treating him as a peer.
They were only a couple rooms away from the Great Hall, where the evening festivities were occuring. He sat in a lavish chair and motioned her to sit too. She was sitting across with him at first but as the night wore on she ended up sitting in the same chair. When her parents found her, she was asleep, head resting on his shoulder. He had a book in his lap and his head was atop hers. It was an innocent meeting but there was no denying the attraction they had felt nor the intellectual similarities.
Ambitious as she was the next few Turns were merely her sending letters and recieving them. Countless hours she spent teaching herself patience. The ally of her lonesome hours was her little sister. At least until she mentioned marrying the Lord Holder. That made Jazira throw her out of her Chambers. The young woman was angered that her own sister would be after the man she wanted. Then again he was highly desired by so many women. Now that she was seventeen she had to do something or lose out on a chance forever.
Her father took her with him and her mother to the main Hold for a council meeting with the Lord Holder. She had made the excuse that she would keep her mother company and speak with the other ladies of the minor Holds. Truth be told she was going for the sole purpose of advancing herself and being noticed by the man she had and would always want.
She was walking the Hold corridors when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Unlike a normal woman she did not scream nor did she whirl move away. She did stop walking. The hand moved off of her shoulder. Jazira turned slowly. "Jazira." The young man bowed. In return she curtsied, "My Lord Haydrin. It is a pleasure to see you."
He smiled at her then, "You are taller than I remember." And more beautiful, he almost added. It would not be a lie either. Zira had grown into her nose, she had the body of a goddess, full, round high breasts and an hourglass figure. She was young too at seventeen and the girls at the Gather were not anywhere near to be compared to. "You are too and you have broader shoulders." At her statement he laughed. "That is what I like about you. Your not afraid to talk to me like a normal person."
Jazira had never thought about it. The words just seemed to come to her when she was with him. She had never met an equal till she had met him and now that she had seen him again, she knew he had to marry her. Jazira spent the next few days finding ways to meet him and speak with him. Any moment she had to share with him she would. It proved successful to the point where he started to seek her out.
She played the elusive girl for a day or two but couldn't take it much longer. When they did get a moment alone together after the evening meal she had found the nerve to kiss him. He didn't stop her at one kiss, or two. It was a long while before she snuck up to her rooms through a passage he showed her.
Achievement, that was what her future was. The next day her father informed her that she was engaged. At first she worried that it was someone her father didn't like but there was something in her father's seriousness, like he was holding back some immense joy. "May I ask whom I am marrying father?" Jazira loved and respected her father and thus respected any choice he made. Her heart would break if he said another other than Haydrin. Her father looked at her mother who's tears had finally dried. Her mother was crying? Her mother had always been a statuesque type, no fears and no tears. "I couldn't believe it myself. Darling you have no idea how miraculous this is. If you have been seeing that boy...I could just kiss you!"
Still not knowing what her mother was going on about she looked at her father. Patience. "The Lord Holder approached me after the final meeting and said his son wanted a word with the both of us. Young Lord Haydrin, heir to the Lordship of Bitra, asked his father if he could speak freely. I of course was unaware of what was happening. Darling, he asked me if you were available. Then said you could court during an engagement but he would not tell me why he had chosen you so suddenly, he just left the room after my approval with the strangest smile on his face."
Her smile engulfed the room with its warmth. "Father, I am going to be Lady Holder!" She jumped up and hugged her mother and her father. Her father smiled too and soon her brothers and sisters learned the news. Her younger sister Teague was dissapointed, but it served her right for trying to steal him away from the most ambitious of them all. A turn later she was married.
A young bride she may have been but eighteen was plenty old enough to begin having children and the like. Besides, Haydrin's father was more than ready to have grandchildren, reassurance that Haydrin should be left as heir. (If he didn't produce heirs than it would be silly to name him as one.) It took about two turns before Jazira carried a baby to term. She was actually better tempered when she was pregnant though her temper was rarely ever directed at her husband anyway.
Their firstborn was birthed the first month of 1035. Not only was the babe healthy but he was male. That doubly insured that Haydrin would be heir. Her next child was born two turns later, another son.
It became apparent that the couple would ahve many children. This discouraged any other 'relatives' from vying for the Lordship. In 1041, after a an illness swept Bitra, killing mostly old people before the Healers were able to subdue it, Haydrin's father died. The Hold Council said it was clear that Haydrin was the heir and he was announced as Lord Holder of Bitra. The Power was now in her hands.
She helps her husband in many ways. She learns all she can about the other Holders, their plans, their weaknesses and she tells Haydrin and only Haydrin of these things. That way he can use them to have power over the other Holds. A New Era was indeed upon them. Pern would not be ready for what she had planned behind her Hold's stone walls.
Jazira is currently about a month pregnant though she has yet to realize it. At 38 she thought she would be finished having children, though ideally she and Haydrin would like about ten. Pregnancy never slows her down but the Hold Healers insisted on her last pregnancy that she should take it slow. Should they find out about this one, they will probably restrict her to the grounds.
The pregnancy went as planned and like any strong well cared for woman, she had no problems. Her children were returned to her and she finds her life going according to her own plan again.
Email: umaine17@earthlink.net
Character
Name: Jazira
Rank: Lady Holder of Bitra
Gender: female
Age: 41
Origin: Bitra Hold
Appearance:
Beautiful but in more ways than not she represents forbidden fruit. Jazira has long black hair that has a natural body wave. Her eyes seem to change in the light but are brown. The Lady wears her hair down in the evenings but it is places up in intricate ways during the day. Her build is voluptuous. Her waist is not large despite her seven children. Her breasts are beginning to sag slightly but still her figure is something to be desired.
Jazira is not short in stature nor is she exceedingly tall reaching just above 5’8”. Her clothing always fits the occasion and she appears at all times as a Lady. Never has she given anyone doubt about her position, just by her appearance. She never slumps or hunches her back.
Though she is beginning to grow older, Jazira continues to exude a wild beauty, something one can desire but not capture. Even during pregnancy, she doesn’t just look beautiful she practically glows. Her skin is a lovely olive in complexion. Her nose long and straight but it fits her face. Pink full lips are brought together in a serious half smile. Her humor is normally serious and her face shows that.
Decent Holders would never show themselves in anything but the best clothing. Jazira prefers to wear deep colors of red, black, blue. Even at times she wears Golds. Her complexion allows for lighter colors as well. After all, her wardrobe is enormous. Only the best cloth can be used for her, though she doesn’t commission new clothes unless needed. (she isn’t one to waste the Hold’s money on frivolous things.)
Family:
Torsun (Father, 80)- Leads a large minor Holding not far from the border between Bitra and Lemos.
Svetlana (mother, 77)- Always submissive in the presence of others, portrays true Ladyship capabilities. As always, supports her husband’s ambitions.
Bresco (brother, 56)- heir to the minor Holding, especially since his sister has given them that sort of security.
Helger (brother, 53)-leads another minor Holding, on the border between Bitra and Benden.
Aiden (brother, 51) – Master smith
Eliyr (sister, 50) – married to a minor Holding family. Has only 3 children as four died of an illness several turns ago. Her husband never fully recovered his strength.
Derrel (brother, 48) – Runs his own cothold close to the Hold proper. Mostly he just gambles…
Maddrick (brother, 44)- Guard at the Hold Proper, has a lot of admiration for his Hold and his younger sister.
Husband: Lord Holder Haydrin (42)
Children
Leslow – son, 20, heir
Vega- daughter 15
Kalista- daughter, 12
Gregor- son, 11
Merie- daughter,9
Havala – daughter, 6
Jazerine- daughter, 2
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality:
Insidious, crafty, cunning, and wily the Lady Holder is anything but sweet tempered. She is exacting and demanding of her staff. To be her personal drudge is to be a slave in that it is the hardest thing one can do at the Hold. She doesn't think much about what drudges want, she leaves that to the Headwoman, a person who she doesn't always get along with but whom she has decided she can live with. Everything in the Main Hold must be spotless, she’s a clean freak!
She is always right or had better be right when it concerns her Hold and her children. Many Harpers had been kicked out for tellign her daughters that women could be anything they wanted. They could not. Her daughters would be Ladies and there was going to be no argument on that.
At best she is cantankerous and moody. Though she seems driven by her emotions the only thing that really captured her interest outside of her Hold is power. She believes that Bitra is the best Hold and that it is the most powerful on Pern. She gives her undivided support to her husband on anything that he chooses to do in public. In private she is his confidant, and the one person who could possibly sway his opinions. Thus far she has always been the perfect Lady on the outside.
Her lines are pure and would never damage all the work her family has done to get ehre where she is now. She has only one man in her life and that is her husband, even if she may use her somewhat insidious nature to make one believe that they could be another man in her life. She doesn't mind flirting but thinks of other men as below her. Besides, her husband more than satisfies her. Her children are important to her in the sense that they are her own achievements. For her to have so many suprised many people but not her or her husband. Their relationship had always been based on a sexual attraction.
She is more than power hungry, she wants to conquer the world in a way, by having her daughters and sons marry to other Holder families. Thus far she is quite possibly the most prolific Lady. Her strengths lie in her wit and beauty but she lacks the sort of phyisical strength a man would have or even a woman who worked out often would. She enjoys red wine and some dancing. Jazira especially likes a Gather because she can meet other powerful people and learn more about them.
Hobbies/Skills:
Pets: No
History: Jazira was not the first child to be born in her large family, nor would she be the last. For centuries her father’s family had been trying to claim the Bitran Lordship.
The first chapter of her life is called cunning.
Cunning: As Jazira grew from baby to child she began to understand what was going on around her. Her mother, was always making comments about details. Hold your posture, your gown should be worn like this, hold your fork this way not that, don't speak unless spoken to...etc. She understood what this meant. Her father had told her many times, a story about their family. The work they had done. One night when he was telling Jazira the family story she made a comment that set a spark in her father's eyes. "The Lord Holder's son is only a couple turns older than me." It was as if her mind was ahead of the rest of them.
She began to study more. The more she learned the more she understood her place. Even as a child she knew what she wanted. Her girlish wiles, she used to get things. It was interesting how one could seem so innocent and still manuever people into doing exactly what one desired them to. She was quick to learn how to be subtle. By age ten, her true personality began to show more and more. She was becoming a perfectionist, harsh on the weaknesses of others, constantly trying to improve on things, she even told a young man off who had been waiting on her. Her mother could not have been more proud of her arrogant daughter.
Courage- Jazira grew from child to youth. She was moody and cantankerous. Her actions were hardly the actions of a Lady in control. She was constantly bickering with people. It was the year of her thirteenth birthing day that things abruptly changed. Her father had been charged with helping plan a Gather for the Lord Holder. After all he was very good at keeping a budget. She was going to attend the Gather so long as she learned to attend to her emotions and keep them in check.
Little Zira, as her father called her, soon had to face herself. Her own issues and problems. It was time for it, her mother agreed. Jazira decided she had to go to the Gather and she would do anything even the things she most feared to get there. A few months later the Gather was indeed held, and through her better behavior, young Jazira was able to attend.
The first time she saw the Lord Holder's son she was impressed. While he was only two turns her senior he was a lot more mature than she would have expected of a fifteen turn old. He was not ugly looking, as she had thought he might be. It took all her strength to even look at him for longer than a few seconds. She wanted him to notice her but she didn't want to overstep her bounds as a Minor Holder's daughter.
It was not long of course before her mother and his mother got to talking. The two were set up to dance. Jazira didn't consider herself attractive at thirteen. She had no breasts to speak of, her hips too were nonexistant, her nose was too long for her face and she had scrawny arms. Still she knew this was her chance to make an impression on the young man. Instead of focusing on the negative she danced with him confidently and tried not to meet his gaze too often. His hand on her waist was enough to quiet her anyway. She felt a slight shiver up her spine. It may not have been anything but lust at that point but young as she was, she read into it as more.
When her turn was over she smiled at him and walked back to the watchful eye of her mother. This is the moment that her life changed again... this part of it is known as Ambition.
Oh yes, she was ambitious. She was going to marry that boy. Even if she had to injure the other girl's reputations to do it. Other young men might have tried to get her attention that night but she doesn't recall it at all. Her intention was only to have one man. If only he could see her potential. She thought herself so unlovely at this point that she couldn't watch the other girls.
She escaped her mother's ever watchful eye and that of her own drudge to escape to the courtyard. An evening breeze let her calm her nerves. Little did she know there was a young man leaving the Gather to do just the same thing. He stood next to her quietly. She had not registered who it was, only that it was comfortable to be quiet with him. She wasn't afraid in the slightest and she was sort of caught up in her thoughts.
When she finally did look, she acted like she knew it was him all along. "Having fun yet?" she asked, her words followed by a yawn. He smiled, "My feet will never recover." She laughed, even were he not who he was, she might have felt the same about him. "Sad duty it is to dance with so many eligable ladies."
"Some of them were not so bad. You dance well." Even if she was a bit younger than some of the others. She had room to grow. She wondered if he remembered everyone. "This is my first Gather. Are they always this boring?"
"Only when your mother keeps annoyingly close tabs on you. Otherwise you can sneak off and do fun things..."
"What would you suggest?"
"Going somewhere where neither of us will be pestered."
She weighed his words carefully, if they did something bad it could be bad for her reputation and she would lose what she wanted. If she didn't go with him she might not make the impression on him she wished to. Who knew the next time she would be at the Hold Proper.
"Alright then. Lead the way." She didn't feel weird almost treating him as a peer.
They were only a couple rooms away from the Great Hall, where the evening festivities were occuring. He sat in a lavish chair and motioned her to sit too. She was sitting across with him at first but as the night wore on she ended up sitting in the same chair. When her parents found her, she was asleep, head resting on his shoulder. He had a book in his lap and his head was atop hers. It was an innocent meeting but there was no denying the attraction they had felt nor the intellectual similarities.
Ambitious as she was the next few Turns were merely her sending letters and recieving them. Countless hours she spent teaching herself patience. The ally of her lonesome hours was her little sister. At least until she mentioned marrying the Lord Holder. That made Jazira throw her out of her Chambers. The young woman was angered that her own sister would be after the man she wanted. Then again he was highly desired by so many women. Now that she was seventeen she had to do something or lose out on a chance forever.
Her father took her with him and her mother to the main Hold for a council meeting with the Lord Holder. She had made the excuse that she would keep her mother company and speak with the other ladies of the minor Holds. Truth be told she was going for the sole purpose of advancing herself and being noticed by the man she had and would always want.
She was walking the Hold corridors when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Unlike a normal woman she did not scream nor did she whirl move away. She did stop walking. The hand moved off of her shoulder. Jazira turned slowly. "Jazira." The young man bowed. In return she curtsied, "My Lord Haydrin. It is a pleasure to see you."
He smiled at her then, "You are taller than I remember." And more beautiful, he almost added. It would not be a lie either. Zira had grown into her nose, she had the body of a goddess, full, round high breasts and an hourglass figure. She was young too at seventeen and the girls at the Gather were not anywhere near to be compared to. "You are too and you have broader shoulders." At her statement he laughed. "That is what I like about you. Your not afraid to talk to me like a normal person."
Jazira had never thought about it. The words just seemed to come to her when she was with him. She had never met an equal till she had met him and now that she had seen him again, she knew he had to marry her. Jazira spent the next few days finding ways to meet him and speak with him. Any moment she had to share with him she would. It proved successful to the point where he started to seek her out.
She played the elusive girl for a day or two but couldn't take it much longer. When they did get a moment alone together after the evening meal she had found the nerve to kiss him. He didn't stop her at one kiss, or two. It was a long while before she snuck up to her rooms through a passage he showed her.
Achievement, that was what her future was. The next day her father informed her that she was engaged. At first she worried that it was someone her father didn't like but there was something in her father's seriousness, like he was holding back some immense joy. "May I ask whom I am marrying father?" Jazira loved and respected her father and thus respected any choice he made. Her heart would break if he said another other than Haydrin. Her father looked at her mother who's tears had finally dried. Her mother was crying? Her mother had always been a statuesque type, no fears and no tears. "I couldn't believe it myself. Darling you have no idea how miraculous this is. If you have been seeing that boy...I could just kiss you!"
Still not knowing what her mother was going on about she looked at her father. Patience. "The Lord Holder approached me after the final meeting and said his son wanted a word with the both of us. Young Lord Haydrin, heir to the Lordship of Bitra, asked his father if he could speak freely. I of course was unaware of what was happening. Darling, he asked me if you were available. Then said you could court during an engagement but he would not tell me why he had chosen you so suddenly, he just left the room after my approval with the strangest smile on his face."
Her smile engulfed the room with its warmth. "Father, I am going to be Lady Holder!" She jumped up and hugged her mother and her father. Her father smiled too and soon her brothers and sisters learned the news. Her younger sister Teague was dissapointed, but it served her right for trying to steal him away from the most ambitious of them all. A turn later she was married.
A young bride she may have been but eighteen was plenty old enough to begin having children and the like. Besides, Haydrin's father was more than ready to have grandchildren, reassurance that Haydrin should be left as heir. (If he didn't produce heirs than it would be silly to name him as one.) It took about two turns before Jazira carried a baby to term. She was actually better tempered when she was pregnant though her temper was rarely ever directed at her husband anyway.
Their firstborn was birthed the first month of 1035. Not only was the babe healthy but he was male. That doubly insured that Haydrin would be heir. Her next child was born two turns later, another son.
It became apparent that the couple would ahve many children. This discouraged any other 'relatives' from vying for the Lordship. In 1041, after a an illness swept Bitra, killing mostly old people before the Healers were able to subdue it, Haydrin's father died. The Hold Council said it was clear that Haydrin was the heir and he was announced as Lord Holder of Bitra. The Power was now in her hands.
She helps her husband in many ways. She learns all she can about the other Holders, their plans, their weaknesses and she tells Haydrin and only Haydrin of these things. That way he can use them to have power over the other Holds. A New Era was indeed upon them. Pern would not be ready for what she had planned behind her Hold's stone walls.
Jazira is currently about a month pregnant though she has yet to realize it. At 38 she thought she would be finished having children, though ideally she and Haydrin would like about ten. Pregnancy never slows her down but the Hold Healers insisted on her last pregnancy that she should take it slow. Should they find out about this one, they will probably restrict her to the grounds.
The pregnancy went as planned and like any strong well cared for woman, she had no problems. Her children were returned to her and she finds her life going according to her own plan again.