Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2017 23:54:08 GMT -5
News traveled fast in the castle, especially when it had the overtones of potentially bad news. Ansel hadn't seen Princess Olympe in several days running despite keeping an eye out for her, leaving him curious as to her whereabouts. Presuming that she was simply busy for a day or two, he hoped to find her with the intention of offering his assistance if she deemed it helpful. However, no matter where he checked, the pretty golden-haired princess was nowhere to be found. Finally, he broke down and inquired of one of the servants, who informed him that Olympe had fallen prey to the snow-sickness and was in a separate section of the castle to recover.
He felt terrible that he hadn't inquired before now, coupled with sympathy that Olympe was ill. Ansel had experienced the snow sickness himself a few times, knowing how hard it could hit the unwary and the slow road to recovery. She was in good hands, he was assured, between Lady Gwynevere and Lady Lily, both of whom were trained by the Princess Royal's own apothecary in the treatment of illness, but she was still not allowed up and about. Thanking the servant, he knew what he needed to do - part of what made the recovery so frustrating was the boredom. Ansel could only imagine how much Olympe was chafing at the restrictions imposed upon her.
Taking some time to collect a few items from within the castle and after a brief trip down into the city, he returned in short order with a basket full of items that he hoped would cheer and entertain the young Princess. Deciding to risk it, Ansel inquired as to where Olympe was recovering, venturing down the hall to the door indicated as hers by the servant's direction. He paused, fighting down a surge of nervousness before drawing a deep breath, then raised a hand to knock.
Hopefully, she would enjoy a short visit.
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@olympe
He felt terrible that he hadn't inquired before now, coupled with sympathy that Olympe was ill. Ansel had experienced the snow sickness himself a few times, knowing how hard it could hit the unwary and the slow road to recovery. She was in good hands, he was assured, between Lady Gwynevere and Lady Lily, both of whom were trained by the Princess Royal's own apothecary in the treatment of illness, but she was still not allowed up and about. Thanking the servant, he knew what he needed to do - part of what made the recovery so frustrating was the boredom. Ansel could only imagine how much Olympe was chafing at the restrictions imposed upon her.
Taking some time to collect a few items from within the castle and after a brief trip down into the city, he returned in short order with a basket full of items that he hoped would cheer and entertain the young Princess. Deciding to risk it, Ansel inquired as to where Olympe was recovering, venturing down the hall to the door indicated as hers by the servant's direction. He paused, fighting down a surge of nervousness before drawing a deep breath, then raised a hand to knock.
Hopefully, she would enjoy a short visit.
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@olympe