Post by Jessamine Fontaine on Mar 1, 2017 22:45:17 GMT -5
In the day or two since Lady Clara departed with Princess Martine, Jessamine found herself twice as busy and delighted in it. She had been the most recent addition to the Crown Princess's household, the newest lady in waiting, and accordingly given the least and lowest of tasks. Not that she minded, of course, as it meant that she was now a part of the Royal Court with regular proximity to the future Queen, but it was nice to leave some of the tasks that were hers previously for the princess's lady's maid and step up into Clara's place. Her little elevation was likely temporary, as Clara would return within a matter of weeks, but Jessamine was not one to dwell too far into the future when the here and now needed to be enjoyed.
Bustling through the halls with two bolts of silk in her arms, intended for use in preparing a new gown for the winter holidays, she wore a smile, delighting in the musical swish of her skirts and the feel of them swirling about her ankles. This was one of her new gowns, worn with the oh-so-stylish farthingale to make the skirts bell out from her waist. Done up in a particularly pretty shade of dusty rose, with trim of ivory and gold thread, Jessa felt decidedly lovely, especially as her maid took some tips from Princess Antoinette's Brunhild about braiding and applied them to the long, dark tresses. Minna also twined matching ribbons in the braid before coiling it intricately while leaving a wealth to fall free, shining in dark waves. Her favorite earrings danced from her lobes with each movement, making her glance to and fro along the corridor.
Satisfied that no one was around to see her, Jessamine allowed herself to slow, half-closing her eyes as she hummed softly, her feet moving in the intricacies of the dance she'd just learned. The music to which the steps were danced was often slow and stately, making her movements sweeping in their grace. One hand freed itself to catch up her skirts to prevent tripping as she began a series of spins and twirls, smiling to herself at the feel of sunshine warm on her face.
Ah, this was the life she'd always wanted! Anyone who saw her probably thought she'd taken all leave of her senses, but Jessamine was merely in her glory.
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Lucien Deveraux