Thread: An Animal's Trust (DarknessEmbraced666 & TekN0!!!)

Having been prancing about like a little energetic school girl, the head maid giggled and bowed her head respectfully. Come now, you're becoming more of a woman every passing day. She teased, starting to pick up scattered items that found themselves in random places, tidying up the room. She even placed the books back in her bookshelves since, knowing how busy she was, there would just be scattered towers of text around the room. As for your pooch, he's still in the kennels, so no. However, if you'd like, I can ask that he be released early. I'm sure you miss the cute little thing. While the maid herself wasn't too much of a dog lover, she knew Seraphina was fond of the canine. She had no qualms with taking him to her. Or even vice versa, whichever she preferred. Just please remind the creature that I'm a woman? I swear, dogs always seem to be sticking there noses wherever they please. Honestly, naughty things, I swear... She trailed off, starting to blabber on while the queen began to eat. Both women were still in Seraphina's bedroom, the head maid giving her time to finish her breakfast while she finished the task of tidying up the room. Thankfully, the princes was well-mannered. To be honest, the maid did fear that she would walk in one day and find the place absolutely a wreck. Silly troubles, no longer a worry. Well then, satisfied? She asked before patting her apron with her dusty hands. If you are, then let's go then. I don't want you to be late, that meeting is probably starting very soon. Without another word, the head maid pressed her bedroom doors open, the massive oak doors giving way to a woman who had been working the castles for years. She had learned the halls, rooms, and every nook and cranny like the back of her hand. Some of the staff even joked that she could probably find her way blindfolded and in the dark with no candle. Come now, Princess. Let's not keep those old geezers waiting. She muttered under her breath that last part, knowing she could be a great deal of trouble should she speak ill of the council men. They were off and about, scurrying down the hall as they passed both guard and maid alike. A couple of nobles having business within the castle bowed before the princess, anyone before them stepping out of the way. My my, Amelia really needs to get that laundry done. Is that buffoon Bernard still out there milking the cows? She was rattling off name after name, referring to the castle's servants and staff. Ah, Princess, remind me to ask Daniela about tonight's dinner feast. They were going to have a large crowd, that was for sure. That with the council being here as well, all at once. Now, the head maid was just thinking about her list of things to do, spewing constant chores, multiple names, this way, that way, up, down, all around. It was all quite confusing and vast. But, she must be the head maid for that reason. She listed it off so easily and knew the castle so well, if she were unable to finish a job, then it would be warranted enough to raise concern. Well if it isn't my beautiful and wonderful niece! A voice so jovial that one could easily tell how fake it was could only point to one man. Roderick. Uncle Roderick, as she was told in the past to refer to him as. Come now, give us a hug. The tall, somewhat lanky man immediately wrapped his arms around the young girl. Any sincerity in said hug was either as hallow as that happy smile of his or completely void of the situation. The hallowed uncle of one of the last in line to take the throne, Roderick of Druschel, brother to her father and quite upset that he was not the one to rule. I remember when you were as tall as my waist, little one. Now look at you. Next in line! And such a beautiful young lady. He complimented with a loving smile. Releasing her, he took a step back. He had at least two inches on her in height, pasty white skin that meant he rarely let a ray of sun touch his skin. And his eyes, though a lovely emerald, held such sinister intent in deceit and greed so well hidden by a faade of politeness and love. He was an ambitious man, though many didn't know how ambitious he was. Another week or so, Princess, and you'll practically be an old woman. Hah! He teased and ruffled up her hair, the head maid giving him a scowl as her straightened hair was now messy with a few strands out of place. Now then, ladies, where might you be off to this early in the morning? Don't you usually conduct your studies in the Southern Halls?