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

Rose sat behind an ornately carved desk in a library. Bookshelves lined the walls. From the floor to the high ceiling. A small stairway leading to the second floor.The fire slowly burning beneath the mantle of her fireplace and a door cracked as she read though parchment papers and got them sorted. Her attention was snagged as a knock sounded upon the door. Silently she was relieved for the distraction since the words upon the documents before her were starting to meld together. Enter. With that a young servant girl dressed in plain maroon dress with a white apron. Lady Degan, Lady Lock, Lady Wittle, and Lady Harshmatter are waiting at the front door. As per your order... A had was waved, acknowledging that she recalled her previous orders. The high backed chair was slid from beneath the desk. I will meet them in the Library. Have them seated. I need to stop at the kitchens for a moment, tell them I won't be long. The page bowed her head before turning heel and making her way back down the stairwell and across the vast floor to the tall double doors. Slipping her body through the cracked door and whispering their Lady's orders to the doorman. With a brief nod he stood staunch before opening up the door and escorting the beautiful and renowned women through the lavished abode as he spoke. Lady Benedict has requested that we make you comfortable in the Library and insists that she will be with you shortly. Rose made her way back down the hall after speaking to the cook. The order was simple. Five goblets and some of her finest wine. She knew at least one of the girls that would be more than eager to indulge in the fine wine. The door was open for the Lady of the Manor and she curtsied upon walking into one of her favorite rooms within her home. An odd place to take guests, but the girl did not care. She found the Great Hall a little too... great and impersonal for so few guests. The male hand placed the fine polished tray upon the table in the center of the room. Your company is most welcomed. Either your timing is simply a coincidence or you've heard news as to the tragedy that befell Rallon's family. Seeing as how there was a series of events going on and the matter with her future sisters was fairly fresh she did not specify as to which incident. Should the girl not know about the ten girls, which she would not be surprised if they did, then she would not bring up the matter. While it was always nice to be in the company of other women of nobility, she was still very cautious in their company. Rose was no where near as conniving as the well dressed vipers that occupied the room with her. As each of the girls were offered a chair, Rose opted for standing at the base of the small stairway. The morning light spilling through the tall window on one wall. A knock sounded on the door. Enter. A small face peered around the door. A halo of blonde curls cascading around the apprehensive face. A faint purple contrasting greatly against the fair skin of her cheek. Her head hung low and Rose quickly closed the gap between her and the recovering young girl. What is wrong Agatha? The words barely audible, meant only for the girl. Do we have to go home? Rose hugged the young girl. She was entering maidenhood. No doubt her brother's would use her youth and beauty to milk the money out of some nobleman probably far older than she. No... not yet. Relax. Go into the garden. You love the garden. The flowers are in bloom. Especially your favorite. Rose was happy to see a smile feebly tig at the corner of soft pink lips. Now... off with you. As the young girl walked off Rose made sure to close the door. The awkward silence that greeted her was not a good sign. The ivory skinned Lady heaved a big sigh and moved her sleek locks away from her face as they cascaded about her shoulders and down her back. So... care for a drink? Rose sure could and she did just that. Pouring a modest sum of wine into the gorgeous goblets laid out for them.