Post by Asarhia Shahrizai on May 22, 2010 1:21:17 GMT -5
Fourth week of winter, Year one of Queen Sabrina's Reign
I had awakened early and determined that I really needed some time to myself. I dressed quietly, thankfully having a room to myself, which I hadn't since my brother was born. I bundled Pascal up against the cold, though I had no pram here and had to fashion a little sling with some fabric that I had been saving to make him a new blanket. I supposed that now I could afford to buy him one, though I liked to make his clothes and bedding myself.
I slipped downstairs and found the letter of credit my grandfather-in-law had given me for wedding preparations and decided that I would get some things done this morning, on my own. I took the family's carriage to the Palace District, where I recalled Raen's mother saying was the best place to commission a wedding dress on short order. I asked around and found the shop, and a most attentive shopkeeper. I waved him off for now, wanting to browse the fabrics and some of the already made dresses for ideas.
Plus, I wanted some time alone to think. I had not been certain at all about this marriage, not by a long shot, and after yesterday's reception I was even less sure. Sighing, I flipped through the fabrics absently, wondering if I should try to think of a way out of this. Why had Raen even agreed if all he was going to do was look right through me and cater to his sister? And why did she care so much, anyway? If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she was jealous, but that made no sense.
Pascal fussed a bit, and I rocked him gently and crooned softly to him as I fingered a pale ivory silk that I rather fancied. I supposed I should have to get measured and try some things on, and I realized with a sigh that this was not really the sort of thing that I wanted to do alone, though there was nothing for it now.
I had awakened early and determined that I really needed some time to myself. I dressed quietly, thankfully having a room to myself, which I hadn't since my brother was born. I bundled Pascal up against the cold, though I had no pram here and had to fashion a little sling with some fabric that I had been saving to make him a new blanket. I supposed that now I could afford to buy him one, though I liked to make his clothes and bedding myself.
I slipped downstairs and found the letter of credit my grandfather-in-law had given me for wedding preparations and decided that I would get some things done this morning, on my own. I took the family's carriage to the Palace District, where I recalled Raen's mother saying was the best place to commission a wedding dress on short order. I asked around and found the shop, and a most attentive shopkeeper. I waved him off for now, wanting to browse the fabrics and some of the already made dresses for ideas.
Plus, I wanted some time alone to think. I had not been certain at all about this marriage, not by a long shot, and after yesterday's reception I was even less sure. Sighing, I flipped through the fabrics absently, wondering if I should try to think of a way out of this. Why had Raen even agreed if all he was going to do was look right through me and cater to his sister? And why did she care so much, anyway? If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she was jealous, but that made no sense.
Pascal fussed a bit, and I rocked him gently and crooned softly to him as I fingered a pale ivory silk that I rather fancied. I supposed I should have to get measured and try some things on, and I realized with a sigh that this was not really the sort of thing that I wanted to do alone, though there was nothing for it now.