Delivering a message
Jan 7, 2014 20:39:54 GMT -5
Post by Lady Rosalie St. Claire on Jan 7, 2014 20:39:54 GMT -5
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
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