Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Apr 12, 2010 7:13:42 GMT -5
I didn't know what I was doing. I'd ordered my guards to let me be when I'd left the townhome I shared with my brothers, giving them a level stare and a cool lift of my chin as I climbed into my carriage. I felt bad for it, felt worse as they hung as if suspended, caught between doing what they were supposed to and doing what they were ordered to... but neither could I deny myself the relief I felt when they didn't follow, just disappeared back into the house with one last regretful look behind them.
I'd walked the streets the past two hours, moving slowly, my hood pulled up to shadow my face as I moved in silence. It was cold enough that I could get away with it, and if my well-made shoes and the hem of my skirts gave away the fact that I come from money, no one bothered me. My hair was pulled back into a golden mesh caul, but the cloak I wore was a blue so deep and dark that it was near black, doing much to hide my face as night slowly began to settle in.
I felt lost. Lost, alone and not, and knowing that wherever I went there was the chance for rumors to be born. My thoughts had gone to Delaunay more than once tonight, and each time they did my stomach clenched into a tight ball, and I'd had to force my feet to keep moving. Twice I'd leaned against a building, my hand coming out from the protective shroud of my cloak to touch the rough brick, my head bowed down. Gods! Gods, why did this have to happen? What cruel joke that we should be reunited after years only to have our marriage annulled quicker than we'd been joined? I struggled to contain the tears, and mindlessly I went into the nearest establishment, trying to distract myself from the onslaught of crying that I knew was to come. I wasn't sure where my carriage was, or how I was going to get home... and in good honesty, right now I didn't care. I didn't care about anything.
I looked around, my eyes darting to and fro til I found a dark corner to curl up in, even if it meant uncloaking myself. I hoped no one here would recognize me; I was in Mont Nuit, a place I was never allowed as a child, a place I'd only come to less than a handful of times since my eighteenth natal. Never alone.
Taking a seat at that far booth, I reluctantly pulled the cloak from my frame, laying it on the seat next to me. My dress was emerald, accented in gold that matched my cowl; not the best thing to wear here if I wanted to go unnoticed, but I'd been in a rush to leave, hurrying to go once the thought had come to me. At least I was bare of jewelry.. including the ring upon my finger. Mindlessly I touched my bare finger as I sat, half waiting for a server, half lost in my own memories.
I'd walked the streets the past two hours, moving slowly, my hood pulled up to shadow my face as I moved in silence. It was cold enough that I could get away with it, and if my well-made shoes and the hem of my skirts gave away the fact that I come from money, no one bothered me. My hair was pulled back into a golden mesh caul, but the cloak I wore was a blue so deep and dark that it was near black, doing much to hide my face as night slowly began to settle in.
I felt lost. Lost, alone and not, and knowing that wherever I went there was the chance for rumors to be born. My thoughts had gone to Delaunay more than once tonight, and each time they did my stomach clenched into a tight ball, and I'd had to force my feet to keep moving. Twice I'd leaned against a building, my hand coming out from the protective shroud of my cloak to touch the rough brick, my head bowed down. Gods! Gods, why did this have to happen? What cruel joke that we should be reunited after years only to have our marriage annulled quicker than we'd been joined? I struggled to contain the tears, and mindlessly I went into the nearest establishment, trying to distract myself from the onslaught of crying that I knew was to come. I wasn't sure where my carriage was, or how I was going to get home... and in good honesty, right now I didn't care. I didn't care about anything.
I looked around, my eyes darting to and fro til I found a dark corner to curl up in, even if it meant uncloaking myself. I hoped no one here would recognize me; I was in Mont Nuit, a place I was never allowed as a child, a place I'd only come to less than a handful of times since my eighteenth natal. Never alone.
Taking a seat at that far booth, I reluctantly pulled the cloak from my frame, laying it on the seat next to me. My dress was emerald, accented in gold that matched my cowl; not the best thing to wear here if I wanted to go unnoticed, but I'd been in a rush to leave, hurrying to go once the thought had come to me. At least I was bare of jewelry.. including the ring upon my finger. Mindlessly I touched my bare finger as I sat, half waiting for a server, half lost in my own memories.
