Delivering a message

[Lady Rosalie St. Claire]

The fun that was been had at the festival grounds left Rosalie giggling quietly to herself, slightly disheveled hair that destroyed all semblance of whatever styling was there in the first place, and entirely too pleased for her own good expression. The meeting was unexpected as it had been appreciated, but she had good time and got the assignment completed, a perfectly dry message for the Princess being securely held in her saddle bag, and her on the way to deliver it. The question was, as she dismounted in front of the castle’s stables and allowed her horse to be given into the care of the grooms, where the lady in question could be located.

Hoping that it would be the rooms she was accustomed to going, Rosalie quickly went in direction she recalled perfectly, forgetting she wore the new gown instead of her old one, that being delivered to her room in the castle while she delivered the message to its recipient, deciding she could do that first before doing anything else. The gown fit perfectly to her figure, and she again had to admire the skills of her new Treniatan friend, considering that there was little to go on for the other young lady.

As she reached the place in question, Rose gave a look at the guard, then a knock on the door, adding her voice to the hesitance of entry. One did not just barge into the Princess’s rooms, after all, who knew what she’d find if she do that! “Your Highness, are you in?” Perhaps it was not the best way of looking for entry, but it was better than the alternative, in Rosalie’s opinion.


Princess Emmaline Carlisle

[Princess Emmaline Carlisle]

In the hour before court dinner was served, Emma was typically found in her rooms in the midst of preparations. Despite the majority of the court being down at the lake, the customary evening meal was served to those still in residence. She had just changed her gown into something more suited for the evening and sat to let her lady's maid tend her hair when she heard the knock and then the familiar voice. A smile bloomed in welcome as she lightly touched the maid's hand to let her know her head was about to turn.

Facing the door, she called out, "Come in, Rosalie. Have you just gotten back?" Emma felt a slight pang of nervousness, curious to know her father's response to the missive she penned and sent via Rosalie.

Lady Rosalie St. Claire

[Lady Rosalie St. Claire]

Upon invitation, she peered in, then allowed herself through the door, barely resisting a bound. She would have, too, had she been at home, but she was not, thus some form of decorum was expected. As it was, Rosalie grinned in answer to the smile that was on the face of the Princess, and took in the evening attire. It seemed she was in time for the evening meal as well, if the gown was anything to go by. “Good evening, Your Highness. Yes, just now.”

Approaching with a curtsy as was appropriate, she offered the message to the Princess, before realizing she was in no fit state to join for dinner at the moment, though this gown managed to survive the trip – and the unexpected swim before it – quite intact and now was dry as well, so she won’t need a change of clothes. A sheepish grin was offered at the realization. Had she known her timing would be that good, she would’ve done something about that, as well. “Have I missed anything of importance while I was away?” Curiosity came naturally to her, and she peered at the proceedings with some interest, wondering if there was anything she could help Emmaline with at the moment, it also being a good way of exchanging the news of their day.


Princess Emmaline Carlisle

[Princess Emmaline Carlisle]

Emmaline was not looking to restrain Rosalie when it was just the two of them or three with Natalie, a smile welcoming her lady in waiting back to Triadon. "Welcome back, in that case. I trust your trip was un..." She started to say uneventful, but a second, better look at Rosalie made her halt. "What on earth happened to you? Are you alright?" Getting to her feet, concern blanketed her features. Rosalie's gown was dry, but the light revealed that it had perhaps seen some wear.

Taking the message, she frowned a little. "No, not really, but in all honesty, do you wish to change before dinner?"

Lady Rosalie St. Claire

[Lady Rosalie St. Claire]

Rosalie was unable to hide a bright laugh that spilled from her lips at the question. In fact, while she had been startled, she couldn’t have felt better if she tried. “I’m quite all right, Your Highness. I had taken an unexpected swim while climbing the tree just by the lake at the festival grounds, but I assure you there’s nothing that can’t be fixed.” Including her gown, which she’d manage in her free time after dinner, but for now she was here and now. She wondered whether she’d need to tell the whole tale, and was quite prepared to do so, as it was entertaining once she got past the startlement caused by her falling in. Pausing, she reconsidered her words and her grin turned slightly sheepish. "Well, maybe not the tree branch that fell in right along with me." Her favorite tree now lacked a convenient swimming perch, but she was certain she'd be able to find another one. The tree was quite large, after all.

Eyeing her dress in some trepidation, she gave a bright grin in reply. “Of course. I shall do it just before dinner and make it on time.” As Emmaline knew by now, or Rosalie thought she did, Rose was more than capable of doing exactly so.


Princess Emmaline Carlisle

[Princess Emmaline Carlisle]

Fell in? Tree branch? Emma was equal parts intrigued and startled by these subtle revelations of just what Rosalie had gotten into during her brief journey to and from the lake. Gesturing to her maid, she gave a quiet order. "Fetch Lady Rosalie dry, clean clothing, please." The young woman nodded and hurried off, leaving the Princess and her Lady in Waiting alone in the chamber.

A brow twitched upwards at Rosalie, the dark eyes taking on a twinkle of amusement at Rosalie's undeniable ability to find trouble even when she wasn't looking. "Now then, perhaps you tell me exactly what happened that involved the tree branch going for an unexpected swim with you. I know you enjoy the trees, but I can't help but think this is going to be a very interesting story indeed." Life around Rosalie was never, ever dull, of that Emma was increasingly certain. It kept her entertained, every time Rosalie landed herself in a scrape.


Lady Rosalie St. Claire