@ShadeStar
Myrah headed back to her quarters and changed into her night gown. She looked at the mirror and ensured not a speck of make up or the braid was left before being satisfied to sit on her bed and read.
Myrah headed back to her quarters and changed into her night gown. She looked at the mirror and ensured not a speck of make up or the braid was left before being satisfied to sit on her bed and read.
Olive pushed open the front door and was met with two knights clinking their overflowing mugs of beer. She forced a smile, trying to slip around them and up the stairs, but the taller one, Mark, clapped her on the shoulder. "Wolfe!" He staggered into the other knight, Ray, clearly tipsy. "I saw you today– you were with some girl, did you pick up a maid already?" Olive froze, but her expression morphed into a dubious one. "Me? With a maid? You guys know about my girl at home, don't you?"
Myrah was reading a really cheesy romance novel where the girl was oblivious, the guy was oblivious. Everyone else knew, but them. She wanted to walk into that world and just shake the characters silly.
Ray's eyebrows raised in doubt; he was clearly the more sober of the too. Olive hastily moved to elaborate. "Rose, my girl. We go way back, she's one of the prettiest back at home." Mark guffawed, slapping him on the back again. "Wolfe's got himself a girlfriend! Tell us, Noah, what's she like."
Suddenly, the front door flew open.
Myrah threw the book on her bed huffing. She was sick of their idiocy and grabbed a different book she had started. Much less misconceptions, more drama though.
A Higher Knight stalked in, glaring at the three of them. "What's going on in here?" Olive immediately saluted, keeping her face polite. "I just arrived, sir, I was on my way upstairs." The Knight sighed. "Fine. Wolfe, go upstairs while I deal with these two."
Myrah started to nod off while reading. She eventually fell asleep with her face in a book. Not the book on her face, her face in the book.
skip?
(Yeah.)
(morning?)
(Yeah.)
Olive passed by the Princess's window, looking up at it regretfully before continuing on. She'd been assigned a different post that morning, by the kitchens, and wouldn't see Myrah until the late afternoon.
Myrah bounced up and went to,the window. Only to not see Olive standing guard. She frowned slightly but her attention to the sky as she hadn't wanted to seem off. She walked away from the window and got ready for the day.
Olive was tense the whole day. How much had Mark seen, the other night?? How much had he told others?? Had she managed to convince him about her 'girl back at home'? Or were she and Myrah in danger now??
Myrah was wearing a simple pink dress, no frills or bows, though it did have multiple skirts. She took the pain staking time to,braid purple ribbons in her before leaving to her study. She couldn't decide whether to paint, mope, or play today.
The day wore on, painfully slow, and Olive had nothing to go on besides glances slightly longer than usual when she switched positions with a guard.
Oh god I need to be more careful. We need to be much more careful. Oh god.
Myrah had played, moped, and repeated it over and over again. She wondered if she would even see Olive today. Myrah hoped som
By the time lunch arrived Olive was a wreck– internally, of course. On the outside she was a vision of assured calm. When she finally got off on a break, she quickly made her way to Myrahs room.
Myrah had returned to her room after she had lunch. She was still a bit mopey and no amount of reading, playing, or painting could fix it.
“Princess,” she called up softly, biting her tongue. “Princess, I’m here.”
Myrah practically bolted to the window almost tripping over her dress a couple times. She didn't speak loudly as she returned an excited whisper, "Olive, you're here!"
A huge smile broke open Olive’s face. “Hi, Princess. Sorry- Sorry I wasn’t here this morning. I was stationed somewhere else.”
Myrah was beaming at Olive so glad to see her here, "That's fine! I'm glad you're here now!"
Olive grinned. “Me too, Princess, me too. How was your night?” She reached up a hand to brush Myrah’s elbow lightly.
Myrah reached down and grabbed Olive's hand. She let out a sigh, "It was peaceful. How was yours?"
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