Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

Once her mistress was settled in bed, the golden haired female with blue eyes walked along the halls to her own room. Not too far from her mistress, but down a hall, lined with rooms belonging to other people with stations resembling her own. Lydia was really not looking forward to the next morning. It was certainly going to be hard to sleep tonight with the thought of what might happen to her mistress. Pass the threshold of a single door, she walked. A comfortable bed and a dresser table, vanity, a wooden shuttered window opening up the night sky with and lantern upon the side table. There were two chairs against a wall should she wish to have company. Already she pictures her mistress using her room as a means to escape her husband. A soft sigh escaped her lips at this thought. She was putting away her clothes and laid out a modest cream night gown on her bed when she heart a knock upon the door. She wondered who it could be. Certainly not her mistress. Lydia opened the door and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Sir Tobias. A nice surprise. Please... do come in. It had almost slipped her mind. He wished to tell her of the people which to avoid. One, she came to know on the way to her mistress' chambers. A 'Lord' Adamar. She already could smell trouble on him. Especially with the manner in which he tried to catch her Lady's eye. I promise I do not bite, Sir Tobias. She said with a rather impish smile. Already she felt comfort in his company. At this point, she hoped that her judgement was not wrong in this case. I safely assume that Lord Adamar is upon the list of those with ill repute? Bringing up the topic at hand, while subtly admiring the knight, only to remind himself that he was the escort of the prince. Making sure to take great care in what she said or did. Please, take a seat. You, I presume like I, have been on your feet all day. She took it upon herself to take a seat on the edge of her bed. I've already gotten to know the cook, Joseph. He has my mistress' lists of likes and dislikes. I have met with the stable boy. Well, I caught him peaking around the corner as I was walking the hall. Cute lad even brought me a flower to give to Princess Eola. I will give it to her when, if, she leaves her bed chambers on the morrow. Her eyes gazed down upon her lap as she spoke. She would not speak ill of her new prince. Especially not in the presence of his charge. Eola relaxed in the soft vastness of the bed. Thinking that perhaps he would not show up. Maybe he had come to pass out at the party, or he planned on warming some other woman's bed. Already she was distraught and her mind just would not shut off and continued to come up with a plethora of reasons he would not be in bed with her. Oddly enough they had a bit of a relaxing effect on her. Her eyes grew laden as time seemed to go by so slowly. Her bare shoulder jus peeking over the edge of the blanket with her back to the door. Just when she thought she was out of the woods, Eola passed out into a light slumber. If this was what it felt like to be married, then she held no qualms. She needed no other being in bed to keep her warm.