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

The remainder of the day was spent in conversation and arrangement to fortify, not only the gate, but other entrances to the home. As she stood in the library with Fisher and two other men surrounding the table in the center of the room the pages was panting as he tried to announce his own arrival and that or her father. Carry on. she instructed the men as she picked up a handful of her dress as she hurried her way to the top of the stairs were she saw the staunch figure of her father dressed in the finest of clothes. Father. Flashing him a humble smile as she descended the stairs, looking every bit like her mother, save for her eyes. Those were clearly from her father. Rose... as beautiful as always. I would have... been here sooner but the council required some attention, but it is not as though you, yourself, have not had your own hands full. How are the girls? She had no idea why she was surprised that he knew. There was seldom her father did not know. The only question was, did he know the truth? So you've heard? They're doing well so far. Their wounds are healing up nicely, but I'm afraid I've no cure for a torn soul. There was a silence shared between the two. Well... rest knowing that those monsters who did this are no more. Their brothers found the sick heathens that this to those poor girls. rose blanched at the words that caused more fear than comfort. They would get away with this. She thought to herself. Torn between revealing the truth and holding her tongue. Weighing the pros against the cons and it seemed to never turn out in the girls favor. The Grangers are now on the council as well. Oh, so it did get worse. That's... that's great. Her words were far from convincing. I've received another letter. for taking in the girls, our beloved Prince John has kindly gifted me with additions to our present lands and there was an... incident entailing Gregory Granger, earlier today, but he has agreed to pay for the damages. He, however, did not come to see the girls. Oddly enough, none of the Granger have stopped by to see the girls. She simply planted thoughts into her families mind. Intending to plant more, but she knew the argument that would erupt, but also feared losing her own parents. If the Grangers were brutal enough to violate their own flesh and blood, who was to stop them from going after her parents. It had been two months and counting since their last big argument. The result was a hard slap in the face for the fair skinned girl, by the hand of her own father. He insisted, almost demanded that she take Prince John on his offer and that she was naive to refuse. The riches and comforts for his daughter and family were what he sought. Rarely did the girl talk back, but this night was different. She had screamed and yelled. Announcing her own stubbornness and devotion when it came to the return of her betrothed. Seven years was a long time. Like she didn't know that. She dreamed and her father said that it did no good to dwell on dreams and forget to live. After the slap to the face her father left. Her mother having stopped by and told her how horrid he had felt for raising a hand to his only child. His beautiful daughter. You're running out of time, Rose. The very reminder hurt her. It felt as though her heart were made of glass and it was slowly cracking with splinters acting as little daggers. I know, Father. I know. Her words were calm. After a brief conversation as to the health of her mother her father was off to his own lands. Good night father. She said with a warm smile, expected of her as he climbed into his carriage and they rode off. Rose checked on the girls once more. Each preparing to retire for the night. Rose hadn't eating since noon and she felt no desire to eat. While the little voice in the back of her head insisted, the images of that poor man flashed before her eyes. One more prayer and she was off to her bed chambers. Stripped of her clothes and fast asleep in a matter of seconds. To dive into the ignorant and black abyss of slumber was a comfort to the tormented soul. To not feel, or think. It made her think when she awoke the next day... maybe the dead aren't so unlucky after all.