Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Jan 13, 2007 1:43:00 GMT -5
I wasn’t looking forward to the Longest Night fete at the Palace. I didn’t want to have to deal with all those people and their looks and stares. But I needed to be there for appearance’s sake. So I had commissioned an outfit from Eglantine; nothing too fancy, a simple design. The fabric was a very, very dark purple, so very nearly black, with golden embroidery. It was enough, I suppose. I hired a carriage to take me to the Palace, and was waiting at the White Hart for its arrival. Soon, there was a knock at my door. I took a deep breath and smoothed back my hair, moving to open the door.
“Your carriage is waiting, my lord.” One of the maids said, her voice demure though her eyes were not. And she had those piercing blue eyes locked with mine. But I wasn’t in the mood for little playthings. I brushed past her and to the carriage that waited.
“Your carriage is waiting, my lord.” One of the maids said, her voice demure though her eyes were not. And she had those piercing blue eyes locked with mine. But I wasn’t in the mood for little playthings. I brushed past her and to the carriage that waited.