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

As the Lady lay in bed she was none too surprised to find tears silently falling down from the outer corners of her eyes. She cried for Rallon and what he did not know. If he were still alive, nothing was as it once was. Nor would it ever be the same. Their children would never grow to know their loving grandparents. Nor would they get to know, who Rose had come to consider, the sweetest uncle they would have ever known. All of whom were now buried six feel under. Their corpses probably still warm. The girls... they need to pay their respects, but she dare not take them out of these walls. Who knew how some would react. Rose decided upon paying all of their respects. Out of bed she climbed. Petite feel landing upon a warm rug as the gossamer night dress cover her figure down to her ankles, leaving her shoulders bare, but her arms covered down to the wrist. Over to her door she walked and peeked out of it and ordered a bath drawn for her. Her long ebony tendrils cascading about her shoulders. A knock sounded upon her door and when given permission several male servants entered with bucket weighted with hot water to fill the tub before leaving. Given her thanks she closed and locked the door before allowing the gossamer fabric of her gown to fall into a pool of fabric at her feet. Her nude figure walking through the door and watching as the steam rose from the surface of the water. A tub big enough for two bodies, leaving more than enough room for her one. Slowly her body sunk into the water up to her shoulders. Her hair sinking into the water. She relaxed for a moment before she dunked into the water, submerging her head and all. Emerging less than a minute wit her long locks plastered to the bare skin of her shoulders. A faint red hue to the skin of her cheeks with her eyes resting shut and a fan of lashes revealed with her back resting against the smooth surface of the tub. A rag and a bar of lavender soap was retrieved from a shelf and she began bathing herself before the water began to cool off. When rinsed off she dried herself off and walked her naked form over to her wardrobe. This was her room. Seeing as how she was not yet wed to Rallon, they each had their own bed chambers. Should he wish, after they were wed, she could sleep with her Lord, should he desire. A gown was selected of the finest linens. A laced up bodice with boning sewn into it and a heart shaped bust. The loose sleeves of her while chemise hung at her elbows and her shoulders were, once again, bare. Nothing else was worn underneath aside from her slippers with held the same color as the dress itself. The key given to her the other night, hung about her neck, nestled in the valley of her bust. A lady was summoned to work her loose dark tendrils into an elegant and yet somewhat simplistic display of a circlet of her own braided hair. Loose tendrils hanging from within the braided halo. After getting prepared she made sure that all of the girls had eaten. They were to do their prayers and back to their lessons while Lady Benedict was away. Rose headed to her garden after a small meal and plucked a few of the blossoming flowers. Beautiful and stunning in color and smells. A woven basket was brought for them to be placed in. Her horse summoned and a knight to escort her. Would you not rather the carriage My Lady? She nodded her head in declination. I could use the fresh air and it's a lovely day. Make sure the girls are looked after. I shant be long. The knight looked over to the squire and nodded his head in acceptance before bowing and heading off. Where are we off to, My Lady? The Cemetery of York. To pay my respects to Lady and Lord Granger, and J- She had to breather before speaking once more. And James, may he rest in peace. Her escort was armed and ready to defend the life of his employer. Down the cobblestone road they ventured. Eventually making their way to the wrought iron gates of the cemetery where they were granted access and with their horses left at they gate she walked the trail. The Granger plot stood grand and open, making it easy to spot. Three white stone sarcophagi stood out amongst the tombstones. So fresh, so sad. Angels carved on two long sides of each of the three tombs with the Granger family crest at the foot and head. No expense was spared. Each name carved onto the surface of the tombs. The basket of daisies hung upon her arm. A few of the flower placed upon Lord Granger's tomb, followed by a pray. The same was down for his wife. She evenheld a conversation with the deceased woman, promising to take care of the girls and, should he ever return, Rallon. Last, but far from least... James... She whispered. Looking over her shoulder to see that the knight was giving her a moment of privacy with his back turned to her. You I may miss most of all. You kept me company in your brother's absence. Despite her smile it did not stop the tears from seeping from the corners of her eyes and streaming down her cheeks. The flowers were laid upon his tomb and a prayer was said for his soul. Some say that daisies symbolized purity, loyal love, and innocence. It only seemed fitting for them. Lady Benedict. Fancy seeing you here. The Lady turned to see her knight moving to stand between her and one of the Locks. Roran Lock. Stand down Fisher, he means no harm. Actually I was about to leave. Just... paying my respects. I suppose your heard from your sister. She was by my manor the other day. Nothing eludes her, does it? Making polite conversation. Although a cemetery was hardly the right place. The dashingly handsome make flashed her a humble smile. His eyes were mesmerizing, but she held no interest in his charm and good looks. He was very handsome, yes, but Rallon held her heart. Come, let me escort you to the gate. The wind blew and it caused her to shiver in a visible chill. The well mannered Lock took off his coat and draped it about his shoulders as they three ventured down the pathway towards the gated entrance. Thank you Roran. What, or rather... who brings you here? She looked from him to the pathway. My aunt... the woman aided in raising me and I came to visit her. He would note the smile that tugged at the corner of her cheek. As they reached the horses, the handsome blue eyed noble aided the Lady upon the back of her horse and pressed a kiss to the soft back of her hand. She made to take his coat off and return it, but she was halted. No, please... keep it. While brief, this was a nice moment Lady Benedict. Maybe we could take a stroll in less.... mournful places sometime. Good day Lady Benedict. A visible blush danced across her cheeks. Thank you Lord Roran. I enjoyed your company. Good day to you. With that she was off. Fisher close on her tail. She lost her train of thought before realizing that she was home. Her horse was put in the stable and she walked in and handed the Lock's coat off to a servant to be tended to. She doubted that Roran would be the last person to see her today. Suitors seemed to hunt her down like bloodhounds. On the hunt for beauty, power, and riches. A brief peek in the library and the girls were still studying. Rose went back to the chapel to pray.