Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2017 0:14:10 GMT -5
Tamara had never appreciated her time alone at any other point in her life until now. While she did not have the same skill level as her cousins Matthew and Denia had at being social butterflies the young woman had always enjoyed interacting with others. Granted, in the past much of her time was spent either in combat, drinking in pubs, or exploring the countryside of Estersea. Certainly, she had been to a few balls, diplomatic meetings, and witnessed her father making business agreements, but not like what she had been going through as of late. Hector had never thought to prepare his second eldest for a life of diplomatic leadership, nor had he prepared for his family for the possibility Tamara might become the heir. The sudden murder was a surprise to even the dead men...
This moment in the townhouse was one of the few instances she had found some time to herself right before bed. Her maid had brought up hot water for the Countess to take a bath, but unlike most ladies of nobility she never asked the servant to help her wash. In the recent months, Tamara rarely dressed or bathed in front of her maids or anyone saves if she needed assistance. Certainly the nineteen-year-old wouldn't be surprised if there wasn't some gossip floating around the staff considering she never had an issue with privacy before. Tamara had always been quite proud of her figure, but since that night something had changed.
Leaning further back in the bathtub, blue eyes stared ahead at the wall as an arm hung outside the bathtub, long fingers delicately holding a glass of wine. The young woman wasn't truly looking at anything as she prayed that for one night she would blessed with peace and quiet.
"You're drinking too much..."
A curse escaped her lips, followed by a heavy exhale of exasperation as it seemed once again the Twins continued to see the woman punished, "And you're still intruding..." Annoyance laced the woman's words as she answered the voice of her dead father echoed from behind her.
"I'm not going to apologize for being concerned. Maybe-"
"Maybe, if you and Nicholas didn't show up all the time I wouldn't be drinking so much? I do hope that is what you were going to say..." Lady Fontaine paused listening to the silence before lifting up her arm so that she could bring the glass to her lips. "I know he is there, lurking in your shadow like always..."
"That wasn't what-"
"Clearly..." Tamara didn't bother to temper the irritation in her voice although she did lower it. If anyone in her family overheard the young woman arguing with herself it would be all that Joseph needed to lock her away. She knew it was likely none of them could see or hear them as well. There were a couple of instances they had been with her in the room with Matthew, Maria, or even Joseph yet none of them knew it. No, their presence there was Tamara's own personal hell in the midst of trying to lead her family. "Now that we've determined that both of you are upset over my drinking habits. Let's discuss why you think now is a good time to have this conversation?"
This moment in the townhouse was one of the few instances she had found some time to herself right before bed. Her maid had brought up hot water for the Countess to take a bath, but unlike most ladies of nobility she never asked the servant to help her wash. In the recent months, Tamara rarely dressed or bathed in front of her maids or anyone saves if she needed assistance. Certainly the nineteen-year-old wouldn't be surprised if there wasn't some gossip floating around the staff considering she never had an issue with privacy before. Tamara had always been quite proud of her figure, but since that night something had changed.
Leaning further back in the bathtub, blue eyes stared ahead at the wall as an arm hung outside the bathtub, long fingers delicately holding a glass of wine. The young woman wasn't truly looking at anything as she prayed that for one night she would blessed with peace and quiet.
"You're drinking too much..."
A curse escaped her lips, followed by a heavy exhale of exasperation as it seemed once again the Twins continued to see the woman punished, "And you're still intruding..." Annoyance laced the woman's words as she answered the voice of her dead father echoed from behind her.
"I'm not going to apologize for being concerned. Maybe-"
"Maybe, if you and Nicholas didn't show up all the time I wouldn't be drinking so much? I do hope that is what you were going to say..." Lady Fontaine paused listening to the silence before lifting up her arm so that she could bring the glass to her lips. "I know he is there, lurking in your shadow like always..."
"That wasn't what-"
"Clearly..." Tamara didn't bother to temper the irritation in her voice although she did lower it. If anyone in her family overheard the young woman arguing with herself it would be all that Joseph needed to lock her away. She knew it was likely none of them could see or hear them as well. There were a couple of instances they had been with her in the room with Matthew, Maria, or even Joseph yet none of them knew it. No, their presence there was Tamara's own personal hell in the midst of trying to lead her family. "Now that we've determined that both of you are upset over my drinking habits. Let's discuss why you think now is a good time to have this conversation?"