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

You have certainly seen better days, ey Rose? Rose gasped and stood up from the alter to look upon the figure of a person in a cloak. At first her fragile face bore shock and then a smile slowly grew upon her lips. The stranger removed the hood of his cloak from her head revealing the staunch face of a man with hollow cheek bones, piercing blue eyes, with the facial hair of a man who hadn't seen razor in days. Soft auburn locks, long enough to lose a hand in. Rose wasted no time running up to the man. Something was hidden beneath his cloak. A box revealed by gloved hands. For you. Rose knew not what to say, nor what to do, but it was only a matter of time before she landed upon a decision. A soft hand came hard cross the skin of his face with a sound that would make anyone flinch. I missed you too dear cousin.... ow!! That hurt, you know. No 'I'm so glad you're alive after all these years. Oh I missed you Malachite. My favorite cousin. Rose's hand hurt, or rather stung. The woman far from made a habit of slapping people across the face, but it was a matter of pent up tension. I thought you were dead. We all did. I went to your funeral! Where have you been?! You idiotic fool!! Dispite her harsh words she trapped him in a hug. One so tight she fear even letting him go. Malachite had disappeared before she had even met Rallon. Well I can not stay long, cousin, for I've been in hiding. Hiding? She gasped before he shushed her into silence, closing the chapel doors. Yes, hiding. Let's just say that the Benedicts are not as favored as we may seem. Hence why I come to you now. I would not, were your life not on the line. He stared at the woman before him. Bathed in the flickering light of the candles that lit the small chapel. My how you have grown. These next words escaped her before he shook off the spell and handed to her, the box. Keep this with you and I would frown upon leaving your home. It isn't safe for you. I've ears everywhere Rose. Your time dwindles. The tragedy that has befallen the Grangers.... it is only a matter of time before they find away to rob you of your lands and mayhaps even more. Marry Prince John, Rose. It's the safest bet. To wed a Prince, it could be no better. I've hear that your betrothed has been gone for what? Seven years? Rose pushed her cousin away from her. I am happy to see you, but I can fight my own battles. Nor will I seek another until the deadline is upon us. Even then my hand will be forced. You don't think that I know that they men that grace my doorstep see naught but a pretty face and fortune? It's not about love, Rose, but your safety. The safety of our family. When had he gotten so close to her. The soft leather of his glove grazing her flushed cheeks. Take this. From the box he produced a gold chain with a key upon the end. Draping it over her head and the key hid in the valley of her bosom. The key to my old estate. It lies within my name therefore it is still mine. Needless to say I haven't inhabited for a few years so I doubt the conditions of it are on par with all of this. But be safe. I must leave now. I can't say when, or if I'll see you again. And... you know not to tell anyone about this meeting. He flashed her a bright white grin. His cocky self. Yes... be safe as will I, Malachite. With a quick peck upon the cheek he was off. Out the back of the estate as opposed to the front where he had come to enter. That.... that was something she had far from expected. She had spent her childhood with that man and it was nice to see him, but Rallon. It was nearing sunset and the girls were all gathered to the table. Even Muriel was moving about. Her skin still pale, but the smile that she tried to flash held warmth. I hope your day had gone well. Muriel... I'm most happy to see you're feeling a bit better. Some of the girls seemed relaxed. She had spent the remainder of the day teaching them lessons of a Lady. One would normally learn from another Lady. When the night was upon them, she saw each girl to bed. Each sharing rooms with another girl. Not wanting them to be alone. It was one of those nights where Rose just could not sleep. Tossing and turning with a million thoughts running rampant in her mind. Eventually she fell asleep. The sunlight peering through the shutters of her window, spilling light onto her slumbering face. Stirring her from the dark abyss that was her ignorantly bliss slumbering realm. The bed felt eerily cold and empty. So vast and big for one body to occupy. Another day.... She sighed.