Post by Isobel Cameron on Aug 16, 2017 9:24:10 GMT -5
By now, Isobel had been made aware of the fate suffered by the Crown Princess. It was shocking. It was also shocking how life hadn't stopped spinning, how people were just milling around the streets, happily talking and shopping and going on with things as though their leader had not been incapacitated. Isobel assumed as what the rumours whispered that this had been no idle illness, and that she had been targetted by some attack, presumably poison.
It was perhaps luck keeping Her Royal Highness alive, but Isobel could feel the sharks circling. Who those sharks were, the red-head couldn't know, but she could tell by how very tense things were about the Palace that no one was fooled into thinking that the worse was over. With Prince Stephane previously murdered, Isobel was silently starting to doubt the safety of anyone at all.
It was not like her to be so filled with nervous energy, but truthfully it was how she felt. She tried to keep in good spirits for Marie-Louise, let them each distract one another for their mutual benefit. Normally she was quite good with soothing tempers and moods, calming someone into comfort. She also tried to go on as everyone else seemed apt to doing, drinking tea, gossiping, braiding hair, helping where Princess Marie-Louise saw fit, and so forth. But still, the Cameron woman wondered what would happen next. There seemed to be an unavoidable "next".
With some free time to herself, she chose to head towards the Royal Library. She'd have preferred to go milling about the kitchens and bake something, perhaps some bread for example, but it was improper for her to do so. Now, more so than before, she would have to keep that particular interest of hers to herself. Isobel did not often indulge in reading for leisure but the collection present was impressive and, if nothing else, she could glance at the many titles and imagine their contents. Eventually, she would return towards the wing of the castle which housed the Royal family, to find out if she was needed, or to sup. However she had extended an invitation to her siblings to come see her at the Palace if they could, and hoped one might take her up on the offer.
Adair Cameron
It was perhaps luck keeping Her Royal Highness alive, but Isobel could feel the sharks circling. Who those sharks were, the red-head couldn't know, but she could tell by how very tense things were about the Palace that no one was fooled into thinking that the worse was over. With Prince Stephane previously murdered, Isobel was silently starting to doubt the safety of anyone at all.
It was not like her to be so filled with nervous energy, but truthfully it was how she felt. She tried to keep in good spirits for Marie-Louise, let them each distract one another for their mutual benefit. Normally she was quite good with soothing tempers and moods, calming someone into comfort. She also tried to go on as everyone else seemed apt to doing, drinking tea, gossiping, braiding hair, helping where Princess Marie-Louise saw fit, and so forth. But still, the Cameron woman wondered what would happen next. There seemed to be an unavoidable "next".
With some free time to herself, she chose to head towards the Royal Library. She'd have preferred to go milling about the kitchens and bake something, perhaps some bread for example, but it was improper for her to do so. Now, more so than before, she would have to keep that particular interest of hers to herself. Isobel did not often indulge in reading for leisure but the collection present was impressive and, if nothing else, she could glance at the many titles and imagine their contents. Eventually, she would return towards the wing of the castle which housed the Royal family, to find out if she was needed, or to sup. However she had extended an invitation to her siblings to come see her at the Palace if they could, and hoped one might take her up on the offer.
Adair Cameron