Thread: The Lady in Waiting (Lady Bloody Ava & Greeneyed23)

Rose was one of the first to the funeral, Fisher at her side was far from a surprising sight. As the ceremony was about to begin a commotion caught her attention and it was making it's way to the front where the father lay in a pine box. The noblewoman cover in a simple dress that seemed to bring the beauty out in her. Accenting the slender curves of her untouched body. The soft untasted skin of her hands and shoulders . The grey fabric of the dress clinging to her breasts, leaving little to the imagination. The woman's hair was pinned up in halo of curls with a few left to cascade here and there. The hairstyle leaving the smooth and tempting sight of her neck open for observation. Soft pink lips parted in a soft sigh of bewilderment. No doubt about it, emerald eye were gazing upon the regal sight of Prince John, himself. It had been sometime since she had seen him in the flesh. Fisher was close enough that his words did not escape her. Silently, she could not agree more. Such a pompous act at the time of someone's mourning was an unbelievable sight. Then again it was to be expected of a man who plowed whores filthier than what could be found on the bottom of most boots. Rose remained within the walls of her home and made sure that the fortifications were to her liking. Stone walls were to be put up to surround the manor itself, and it would take far more man power to break down the gate that she had the family smith working on. Ears were out for new and the news that reach her ears was far from good. There was a literal blood bath going on. The girls was okay, but even Rose with her power could not keep them sheltered away from the world. They managed to get wind of what was going on. Each questioning her as to what was going to be done. All she could tell them was to pry that their brother, Rallon, returned. Until then they needed to pray. The thought had crossed Rose's mind to go to Prince John with her news. Her thoughts, but the idea made her tremble. One could not easily say 'no' to a Prince with the consequences weighing heavily upon you. Fisher had spoke to her recently. The poor man having been drunk late into the night and not a wink of sleep. While it was rude, it was truth. Rose was 'forbidden fruit'. What man of greed did not want what was not his? Mot especially when it was wrapped up in such gorgeous form and with it, came riches. Rose saw nothing but trouble. Why her and not Jessica, Lilah, or Isabella? Not that she would wish such torture upon her 'friends', but it made no sense. Then again, little did she know that the girls were far from forbidden fruit. More like tainted. It was a new day and she was working on taking care of what was left in her possession from her beloved betrothed. Lord Trast had already made an early morning visit and his hands were far too frisky for his own good. He claimed to want to console her in 'these most depressing times'. The old fart having brought up her betrothed's 'inexcusable' absence. I feel I'll. No more guests for the day. It was a lie, but she wanted no more outsiders. Unlness someone is dying, bleeding, or has any ties to my beloved.... I am ill and seek solace in my time alone.