Poppy
Star
- Joined
- Sep 5, 2017
Circe blinked as he asked for her opinion. That was something that hadn’t been heard in the harem for centuries. To have some free will, that was quite a privilege. Before, it was nothing more than a gilded cage, tightly locked. But it seemed that under King David’s rule, the cage door had been opened.
“Well, purple does suit my eye color…” Circe seemed to be deep in thought regarding the situation. She had written a letter to the King, and was hoping for the moment that it could be presented. The Animus woman had entrusted it to Sorrell, not wanting to stand up before the King so soon and reveal the extent of her disabilities.
At the comment of the fire needing more fuel, a servant that was posted close to the fire shifted to add more wood. That was his task for the evening, but he was distracted listening to what the King had to say in the harem. He was gathering information for the loyalists, knowing that there was a risk of the King’s lips becoming loose around so many fine ladies. Of course, the women knew that he was referencing the burning of Circe’s dress.
The wine was poured, and Germaine was more than proud to discuss precisely what she had been spending her time doing. “Well, my liege, it hasn’t all been my hand at work. Circe, Li Hua and Pyrelle have helped out….but, we were given an illustration of your coronation. So, we’re doing our best to translate such art to thread and fabric….for your first tapestry.” She revealed it to the King, unfolding it to do so.
“Don’t you know such things are bad luck to do?” Reginan huffed. Germaine shrank, going to quickly fold it and look down, not speaking above a whisper.
“I’m sorry, my Lord….I forgot. I was just very, very proud and very excited…” Germaine bit her lower lip as her eyes began to swim with tears.
“Ignore her!” Viera came over, going to snatch the tapestry up. “Everyone ought to go ahead and see what fine stitch work Germaine does! It’s really unlike anyone else’s in the land.” She really was trying to boost up anyone over Reginan and Aurelia. “Believe me, I’m awful at it. My father’s banners? Half were done by me. My father made them simple out of pure pity for me and my lumpy stitchwork!” She carefully handed the tapestry back to her friend, going to pick up another wine glass and enjoy herself yet again.
“If they require any assistance concerning the production of your banners, we would be glad to help you out in every way that we can.” Sorrell promised, to the nodding of the other women as Aurelia encouraged the King to relax and drink more. Reginan was mostly quiet, scheming and thinking about the beautiful dresses in her future.
“Well, purple does suit my eye color…” Circe seemed to be deep in thought regarding the situation. She had written a letter to the King, and was hoping for the moment that it could be presented. The Animus woman had entrusted it to Sorrell, not wanting to stand up before the King so soon and reveal the extent of her disabilities.
At the comment of the fire needing more fuel, a servant that was posted close to the fire shifted to add more wood. That was his task for the evening, but he was distracted listening to what the King had to say in the harem. He was gathering information for the loyalists, knowing that there was a risk of the King’s lips becoming loose around so many fine ladies. Of course, the women knew that he was referencing the burning of Circe’s dress.
The wine was poured, and Germaine was more than proud to discuss precisely what she had been spending her time doing. “Well, my liege, it hasn’t all been my hand at work. Circe, Li Hua and Pyrelle have helped out….but, we were given an illustration of your coronation. So, we’re doing our best to translate such art to thread and fabric….for your first tapestry.” She revealed it to the King, unfolding it to do so.
“Don’t you know such things are bad luck to do?” Reginan huffed. Germaine shrank, going to quickly fold it and look down, not speaking above a whisper.
“I’m sorry, my Lord….I forgot. I was just very, very proud and very excited…” Germaine bit her lower lip as her eyes began to swim with tears.
“Ignore her!” Viera came over, going to snatch the tapestry up. “Everyone ought to go ahead and see what fine stitch work Germaine does! It’s really unlike anyone else’s in the land.” She really was trying to boost up anyone over Reginan and Aurelia. “Believe me, I’m awful at it. My father’s banners? Half were done by me. My father made them simple out of pure pity for me and my lumpy stitchwork!” She carefully handed the tapestry back to her friend, going to pick up another wine glass and enjoy herself yet again.
“If they require any assistance concerning the production of your banners, we would be glad to help you out in every way that we can.” Sorrell promised, to the nodding of the other women as Aurelia encouraged the King to relax and drink more. Reginan was mostly quiet, scheming and thinking about the beautiful dresses in her future.