Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2015 23:36:13 GMT -5
The meeting was finally getting to her so when she gained a moment she took it as it seemed to concluded. She left once the meeting was over (as she assumed), and her breathing was not doing so well. It began innocently enough, she was feeling heavy and she started to breath slowly to get control of her feelings. The rate, and pattern slowly switched from slow to rapid, and soon became more frequent. Just beyond the door she took a few steps down the hallway as the guard assigned to her stepped beside her to block her from view of anyone leaving. The aged Knight who personally oversaw the woman stayed near the door and decided to inform the Duke of his sister's state.
However, Elisabeta was too far gone at a point. She was nearly hyperventilating now, and she was doing her best to contain the feelings swelling up in her chest. This was not the time, not the time at all. How could one event break her so much in such a magnificent way? Focus was not something she usually traded so badly. The men beside her were doing their absolute best to not appear confused. They were not use to the Lady Elisabeta being emotional at such a level. Her eyes were now obviously blood shot as she squeezed them shut.
She hoped that her brother would not see her. Elisabeta was the Lady-Of-The-House. The -Lady- Of the House until Elena was married rightfully to her brother. There was not time for her to break down, and yet here she was. Slowly, she would try to gain a sense of composure. If she could.
Niccolo Montefiore
However, Elisabeta was too far gone at a point. She was nearly hyperventilating now, and she was doing her best to contain the feelings swelling up in her chest. This was not the time, not the time at all. How could one event break her so much in such a magnificent way? Focus was not something she usually traded so badly. The men beside her were doing their absolute best to not appear confused. They were not use to the Lady Elisabeta being emotional at such a level. Her eyes were now obviously blood shot as she squeezed them shut.
She hoped that her brother would not see her. Elisabeta was the Lady-Of-The-House. The -Lady- Of the House until Elena was married rightfully to her brother. There was not time for her to break down, and yet here she was. Slowly, she would try to gain a sense of composure. If she could.
Niccolo Montefiore