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

Rose was a little surprised when she received a letter from their Prince. Emerald eyes peered down at the elegant writing upon the parchment. She could hear his majesty's choice as she read it. A piercing pain jabbed at her heart as she was painfully reminded of Rallon's absence. Prince John could not have put it in a sweeter way had he tried and she was sure that he did. The Lady was snapped back to reality at the sound of one of the girls asking 'well'? Rose's are were so glued to the letter she wasn't even entirely sure who had even spoke. His Lordship is most kind. He offers a token in the form of land for having taken in Rallon's sisters. Rose avoided mentioning the deadline set for the evidence of Rallon's return. Seven years... Had it really been that long? Please accept my apologies Ladies, but I wish to check upon the girls and I have some business to tend to. I am so glad you thought to visit me. We'll have to do it again when things are less... chaotic. A humble smile sat upon her lips, but the sadness was well hidden. Looking to the messenger, Thank you. A quaint nod before he bowed and excused himself, being seen off by her page. The ladies were seen out with a faint smile before Rose made her way up to her bed chambers with the letter clutched. Up the grand stairs she ran before walking down a hall and into the double doors room at the end of the hall. A large four pillared bed took center stage of the room. Rose was well at hiding certain emotions. Sadness. Hatred. To show emotions so easily was a weakness that anyone could take advantage of. Or so her mother had told her. So much sadness was pent up. Rose wanted her husband to be. Missed him dearly, but with each passing year her hope that he was still alive and fighting waned. Silently she cried. Back against the door and hot tears streaming down the soft skin of her cheeks. Her breathing a little harder, but she remained mostly silent. The beating of her heart painful and hard. Inwardly she scolded herself. Questioning why the hell she was crying. How stupid and pointless it was. The woman was a torrent of mixed emotions. She shooked her head trying to collect herself. Walking over to a vanity where she cleaned herself up and fixed her presentation. Wiping tears away and taking deep breath or two. The letter slid into the drawer of her vanity. When all was said and done she walked out of her room. The sound of her heels clicking upon the hard floor before she made her way to the garden for some fresh air where she watched three of the older girls sitting amongst the flowers. Should Rallon never return her family held a wealth all its own that was fine, but the girls... no man wants a 'tainted' woman. Rose wasn't even entirely sure if all of the girls had been violated, but from this day forth it would be difficult for them. The main reason Rose retreated to her room was to collect herself. With the Granger girls here it was only a matter of times before one or more of their brothers darkened Rose's doorway with their presence. Three months. Three months to gather proof that her betrothed was still somewhere out there. Occasionally she would be hit with fury. Thinking that he was out there, but questioning what reason he had for waiting so long, to comfort her through some word. Girls... Clearly her presence had not been noted when she first arrived since all three girls gasped. My apologies. She said as she gracefully approached the girls. Have you eaten? Yes... but a few... well, they were not very hungry. Jane spoke. The second oldest. The girl fit well into a light blue dress that Rose once wore when she was much younger. Try to get your sisters to eat. Your sister Murial has taken ill and she will remain in bed until she get's better. Each girl looked distraught. There was no bouncing back so quickly from such a thing. The same thing nearly happened to Rose. Mind you the man was beheaded and she had a father a mother who would have done almost anything for her. The same could not be said for the Grangers. When will they come to retrieve us? A shaken voice asked. Amelia, the oldest with, what Rose thought, was the worst of injuries, spoke this time. And take you where, dear? Your home is burned down. I expect they will come to find you, yes, but even his Lordship Prince John knows that you are in my care. I will not make this easy for them.