Ladies in Waiting
These lady-in-waiting for the queen during the renaissance has much drama! Oh, and this chapter is more like an intro than anything, so don't expect much romance from it. You'll start to get that in the next couple of chapters. But don't worry, it will come!
This morn I woke before the rooster crowed. I rose from bed and promptly dressed, wearing my ugliest work dress, a drab hunter green with a white lace fringe. I've had it for an unnecessary long amount of time, being because of Queen Catherine's suggestion to obtain a dress that matched with my eyes. I bought it to please her, and in the shop I thought it was magnificent, but now that i wear it I see that it is little more than a poorly made peasant dress, that does little to hide my large chest. Oh yes, that area does give me a large amount of trouble. I then secured my auburn hair in a tight chignon on my head and proceeded down to my friend's chambers.
While walking down the hallway, I came across Benard, a naughty but handsome kitchen servant. He had bleach blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that looked like they could see right through your clothing. He walked with a manly stagger that was always saying 'you want me, but can't have me, so don't even try for I will break your heart into a million tiny peices and then laugh as i dance on top of them.' And from what I have heard, he has done such a thing on several occasions.
"Bonjour, Benard! How are you this morning?" I asked politely, while continuing to walk down the hallway,
"Bonjour et vous, Cosette. I am doing very well, thank you" he smiled a gorgeous smile that made my knees grow weak. But I then composed myself, thinking of my fellow ladys-in-waiting that had fallen prey to his pleasantries.
I was upon the length of the hallway as of now and I turned to knock on my dear friend Larue, for whom I have known for many years. I knocked on the door and called to her.
"Larue! It's Cosette. We must make haste and get ourselves down to the Queen's study to prepare for the masquerade."
"Yes, yes! I'm coming!" she said in an exasperated voice. I heard her footprints scuttle towards the door as she unlocked and opened it, and then embraced me. Her blue eyes twinkled and dirty blond hair was also pulled into a chignon. She wore an adorable ballet pink and fuschia work dress that flattered her unbelievably. Larue always makes me feel as though my style of dress is inadequate.
"Errr, Cosette?" she spoke softly, "That is one of the ugliest dresses that you own. Why do you wear it now?"
"Well thank you Larue for the compliment. and I wear it now so that I can ruin it and never wear it again. Any other questions?" Larue laughed. We then made our way down to the Queen's study to discuss the masquerade.
We walked into the study to find that two of our other fellow's were in there as well. Monet, a kind, soft individual, with a mousy face, light brown hair, and deep brown eyes. Not the most exciting individual you will ever meet, but by far she would be the nicest. There was also Phillipa in the room, the whore of the fellows. She had black hair, gray eyes, and sharp features. Her dress was also too tight around her chest area, and I have reason to think she bought it a size small just for that effect, for the hem is an inch too short as well. She is the only person out of all the lady's in waiting that i absolutely can not go near or talk to for an extended period of time, for I might just decapitate myself. Monet politely smiled as we entered the room, but Phillipa didn't give any sign of recognition towards us, but instead walked to the other side of the room, picked up a book from off a book shelf, and started reading it while humming mindlessly. She is so irritating.
The only one missing from the fellows was Violet, who was absentminded and was probably late because of the fact she forgot to wake early for our meeting. This is no matter though, for she did show after a while, dressed poorly and her brown hair falling out of her chignon. I suspect this is because she got up in such a hurry. We then all sat down at a round table and waited for the queen to arrive.
While walking down the hallway, I came across Benard, a naughty but handsome kitchen servant. He had bleach blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that looked like they could see right through your clothing. He walked with a manly stagger that was always saying 'you want me, but can't have me, so don't even try for I will break your heart into a million tiny peices and then laugh as i dance on top of them.' And from what I have heard, he has done such a thing on several occasions.
"Bonjour, Benard! How are you this morning?" I asked politely, while continuing to walk down the hallway,
"Bonjour et vous, Cosette. I am doing very well, thank you" he smiled a gorgeous smile that made my knees grow weak. But I then composed myself, thinking of my fellow ladys-in-waiting that had fallen prey to his pleasantries.
I was upon the length of the hallway as of now and I turned to knock on my dear friend Larue, for whom I have known for many years. I knocked on the door and called to her.
"Larue! It's Cosette. We must make haste and get ourselves down to the Queen's study to prepare for the masquerade."
"Yes, yes! I'm coming!" she said in an exasperated voice. I heard her footprints scuttle towards the door as she unlocked and opened it, and then embraced me. Her blue eyes twinkled and dirty blond hair was also pulled into a chignon. She wore an adorable ballet pink and fuschia work dress that flattered her unbelievably. Larue always makes me feel as though my style of dress is inadequate.
"Errr, Cosette?" she spoke softly, "That is one of the ugliest dresses that you own. Why do you wear it now?"
"Well thank you Larue for the compliment. and I wear it now so that I can ruin it and never wear it again. Any other questions?" Larue laughed. We then made our way down to the Queen's study to discuss the masquerade.
We walked into the study to find that two of our other fellow's were in there as well. Monet, a kind, soft individual, with a mousy face, light brown hair, and deep brown eyes. Not the most exciting individual you will ever meet, but by far she would be the nicest. There was also Phillipa in the room, the whore of the fellows. She had black hair, gray eyes, and sharp features. Her dress was also too tight around her chest area, and I have reason to think she bought it a size small just for that effect, for the hem is an inch too short as well. She is the only person out of all the lady's in waiting that i absolutely can not go near or talk to for an extended period of time, for I might just decapitate myself. Monet politely smiled as we entered the room, but Phillipa didn't give any sign of recognition towards us, but instead walked to the other side of the room, picked up a book from off a book shelf, and started reading it while humming mindlessly. She is so irritating.
The only one missing from the fellows was Violet, who was absentminded and was probably late because of the fact she forgot to wake early for our meeting. This is no matter though, for she did show after a while, dressed poorly and her brown hair falling out of her chignon. I suspect this is because she got up in such a hurry. We then all sat down at a round table and waited for the queen to arrive.
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