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

Lydia noted the knights attire and his presentation befitting a man of his ranking. A golden mane cascaded about her shoulders with a natural beauty that she did not notice. Blue pools that were her eyes could speak volumes and soft pink lips that spoke words of comfort and would never part words of secrecy, even when tortured. The blue dress she dawned was no where near elaborate, but held a simplicity that her mistress often called 'perfect'. Petite feet were adorned with slippers that man her feel a little bit taller. A smile tugged at the corner of her lax lips as the gentleman offered to inform her of people of importance. Such knowledge was certainly of great importance. Perhaps some other time then. There was too many ears for such a conversation, but she would happily take it in a more private setting. Blue orbs looked upon the floor and watched as her mistress spoke to her husband. The knight had spoken, just before she walked over to the royal couple and noted the bit of happiness in Princess Eola's eyes. The girl would only deny it, if asked, but Lydia could read her like a book by now. To see him smile as they danced upon the floor amongst others, was a alien thing indeed. Almost as though it did not belong there. He was graceful in his step and was kind enough to grant her leave at her own request. Eola was quite surprised to find that her husband was not leaving with her. Then again, was she to be surprised. The question lingered upon her lips as to why he would not join her, but then again why was she so eager to get him to dabble in her company any longer. Let alone alone. However her answer was swiftly given without her even having asked. He had managed to get under her skin. She was fond of him, that she could not deny, but she feared getting her hopes up only to be smashed with no remorse. No. Her heart remained in a gilded cage and locked away. She would care for him, as a wife was suppose to, but to love him, well... it did not seem in the near future. Emerald eyes looked to the knight and she smiled out of courtesy. I have already given them my farewells, and I think they are taking leave any moment. With that she walked towards the doors and Lydia was ever at her side. The feeling of his lips upon the skin of her hand, left a tingling sensation in its wake and a faint blush to linger upon her cheeks. Her mind was so wrapped up in thoughts, she had yet to realize that they had reached their destination. Thank you Sir Tobias, your assistance is much appreciated. Lydia voiced on behalf of her mistress. I will be assisting her for the time being and then I will be off to my own quarters. Why she felt the need to say that, was beyond her. Eola was ever grateful to disappear behind her bed chamber doors and be granted a bit of privacy to dwell on the days events with a friend. The second the door closed her eyes observed the room. A large wooden canopy bed, big enough to fit a family. A roaring fire beneath a glorious mantle at the foot of the bed and the rest of the room was as equally ornate. Lydia wandered over to the wooden wardrobe to find that her mistress' attire had already been brought up. A thin white gown was plucked from the vast collection of garb before the Lady in Waiting began tending to her mistress.. Eola stood before the fire, as Lydia began unlacing the back of the elaborate gown. Lydia... I'm scared. The flames dancing beneath the mantle had her mesmerized as she spoke. Her eyes could not look away, nor did they when her wedding gown fell to a pool of fabric at her feel. Next to go was her corset and the slippers that she cursed. White panties were all that adorned her fair form as the heat of the flames licked at the exposed skin before the thin gown was slipped on. No laces, no fancy work... just a simple white, almost sheer gown that hugged her gifted bust and flowed down to the middle of her thighs. Certainly a revealing garb. More revealing than she was comfortable with. Even Lydia could read the deep breath her mistress had given her. My Lady, please... all has gone well thus far. Count your blessings. There is no reason to panic when he has been nothing but charming all day and night. Lydia was like a sister and about the only person she could trust upon. But this is his lair, Lydia. Who knows how many more women have warmed that very same bed before now... and I doubt I am to be the last. As Lydia ran an ivory come through the raven mane of her mistress she spoke. It is thoughts such as that, that will bring hurt harder and much faster. Pour your heart to him, you need not speak it... but show him that you can be trusted and eventually... he may do the same for you. It may hurt at times, but it will only to more damage if you resent him for things he has yet to do. Lydia spoke as though she were a woman of many years beneath her belt when she was barely older than Eola. Lydia... I dislike it when you are right. Lydia could hear th smile in her mistress' voice and she too grew a mile. I know. Now... good night. Eola gave her Lady in Waiting a firm hug before watched at the golden haired female walked out of the door. The blankets had already been pulled back upon the bed. A soft hand rested upon the soft surface. A bed fit for royalty indeed. Upon all fours she crawled onto the bed and laid on one side with bare legs hidden beneath the covers as she relaxed upon the pillows. The sound of the cracking embers being the only noise to fill the room, thus far. Tempted to feign sleeping, but that was not something she could see herself doing. Eola had to trust him. No matter how much it would probably hurt.