Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2017 23:29:38 GMT -5
Even from the confines of her room, Martine had heard bits of the commotion in the halls of Vanderhall. She was even fairly certain that either her uncle or a someone had been to her room with Lily early that morning to check on her. Martine had been lost between the black depths of induced sleep and the world of the living, so she had not seen or heard anything significant from that morning. Upon waking, and dressing for the morning the Princess had only assumed they were checking up on her own condition in worry over her own state. Rumors were also likely starting to flutter about the castle about the Princess who had not left her room since her own arrival and the reasons as to why. As much as the safe enclosure of the guest quarters was a comfort to the weary woman she knew only the lies of illness could last for long before she would need to make an appearance in the halls. Yet there was a sinking feeling the noise about the castle was not and had not been about herself… her uncle or Mariette would have seen to her if it had.
As the medicine was beginning to wear off from the evening prior the Princess neglected to drink the new mixture Lily had made for her although she did not verbally refuse. She hoped the silent lack of acknowledgment to the drink would suffice to avoid a discussion about it. Instead, Martine was waiting until she could be clear headed enough to find out what was going on outside the sanctuary of her bedroom.
Even as she sat down on the edge of the chase lounge her blue eyes were locked on the door trying to find the courage within herself to open it. At the very least she could send out a call for Clara to come help her into more suitable clothing, she had at least managed to put on a clean chemise. Martine’s hair, however, was still braided from the previous night and her blue robe was still lying there on the bed. If she did leave her room the royal would have to be committed to keeping up her appearance in order to face those within the castle and continue the illusion that she was perfectly fine just a little under the weather from travel. But that would be all for naught if she could not cease the fits of trembling her body had from time to time. The later thought brought a hand to her arm trying to force herself while taking a deep breath. How long could she remain to let herself wallow like this?
Marie-Louise Deveraux
As the medicine was beginning to wear off from the evening prior the Princess neglected to drink the new mixture Lily had made for her although she did not verbally refuse. She hoped the silent lack of acknowledgment to the drink would suffice to avoid a discussion about it. Instead, Martine was waiting until she could be clear headed enough to find out what was going on outside the sanctuary of her bedroom.
Even as she sat down on the edge of the chase lounge her blue eyes were locked on the door trying to find the courage within herself to open it. At the very least she could send out a call for Clara to come help her into more suitable clothing, she had at least managed to put on a clean chemise. Martine’s hair, however, was still braided from the previous night and her blue robe was still lying there on the bed. If she did leave her room the royal would have to be committed to keeping up her appearance in order to face those within the castle and continue the illusion that she was perfectly fine just a little under the weather from travel. But that would be all for naught if she could not cease the fits of trembling her body had from time to time. The later thought brought a hand to her arm trying to force herself while taking a deep breath. How long could she remain to let herself wallow like this?
Marie-Louise Deveraux