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Violet and red, Caitria's chambers are marvelous, and on their own, they display the decadence of much of the royals and nobles. The rooms are modeled after the Queen's Chambers, making them the height of fashion. A large four-poster bed dominates one room. There is also a sitting room, a receiving room, a washchamber, an additional antechamber, and a drawing room.

Roleplay!

Asha hovered next to the large bed and waited for Eliza to wake up. She was a little awed by the decor even if she did refuse to show it. Even her lady's chambers were much more modest than this, and Moira was the eldest princess of the primary royal line! She sighed, and worried the edge of her book. Could Eliza not just hurry up? She was broken from her thoughts by a low groan coming from the bed. A slight smile threatened to kidnap her lips -- finally, something good this horrid week.

"Is a bear on my chest, or do these blankets weigh a good 80 pounds?" She asked, smiling faintly. "How does that powder puff even escape her bed?" Eliza still looked pale, but her cheeks were flushed with color. "I'm completely in the role now. Mastered a lady's faint and all!"

Asha rolled her eyes. "Get up. The king's requested an audience with you -- I think he might actually be concerned about your well-being. Despite what everyone says, he does care for some people. He just doesn't care about that many. Now, come on. Up, up up!" Asha said, trying to forcefully pull Eliza out of the bed. Before she could finish, however, she released Eliza's arm and went to go fetch a bright pink robe.

She groaned. "If he cared so much, he'd let me sleep," she protested. Still, she forced herself to her feet. "Ow... I'm going to have a hard time abstaining from injuring the cause of my injuries." Eliza sighed. "So, are you sure he won't see through it all?" Her eyes darted from ornament to ornament, her soul in silent awe.

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((I know. Presently focusing more on character creation and copious amounts of hw))

((Yup, just making sure. Me too, kinda.))

((Okay))

Asha rolled her eyes. "Or, he wants to know you're actually okay and that isn't a lie, and he has people in his throne room that he has to be meeting with." That was something Moira often complained of. The king could be an eejit sometimes, really. Asha snorted at Eliza's quip. "And he won't see through it all. There's a reason we have our best people working on it. We don't want to lose you. Also, we like showing off when no one else will have any clue that we're doing it." She smirked.

Eliza smiled quietly, barely standing up. "Are you sure he won't have your head for making me get up so soon?" she asked, reaching for the gown. "How does she squeeze into this? Help me, please." More for her actual physical inability than her lack of knowledge.

"He's making you get up so soon. He'd have to have his own head," Asha joked in a quiet enough voice that she would not be overheard easily. "By not eating like the peasantry perhaps?" Asha quickly did up the dress, a task she was well-accustomed to as a lady-in-waiting.

"Well, she must have more than what the peasantry get," she pointed out, "They're sadly malnourished." She finished with the dress, which nearly weighed enough to tug her down to the floor. "All right. Let's hurry this through. He's my uncle, double checking?" she whispered.

"Have you seen how thin the bitch is? I think she's likely rather malnourished also," Asha retorted. It was true. Caitria was freakishly skinny. "Through the marriage of your late aunt to him, yes. He also killed your sister and parents."

"Yes, of course, and I helped him," she recalled. "Yes... I suppose she is," she admitted. "I fondly refer to the nobility as the fat gentry, though, regardless of weight," she shrugged. "Marriage uncle... okay, I've got that. I'm ready."

Asha snorted. "That applies to the men more than the women. Even among us rich folk, apparently women still aren't fed properly." She tried not to sound too bitter at that, but there were no guarantees that she had succeeded. "If you're ready, than I guess it's time for us to go." Asha bit her lip. "I cannot accompany you in. I am not known to like you, and I must attend to my lady while in court. You'll be alright, won't you?" She'd deny it if she said she sounded just a little worried.

Eliza rubbed her forehead. "All right. That seems cruelly unfair," she sighed, shaking her head. "I shall help you with that if I can," she promised, "And if I can't, you have my sympathies." She released her forehead, combing back her hair quickly and binding it in a simple ribbon loosely down her back. "I'll be fine." She sounded very unsure about that. "Does this Caitra have a servant who can help her?"

"It's the king and the nobility. I thought you hated them. Were you really expecting anything different?" She raised an eyebrow, and a smirk was definitely there. "And Caitria does have a lady's maid, but she's with her mistress now. A replacement is still being arranged." Asha did not like how unsure Eliza sounded. It made her just a little more worried. Worried about both her own plans and about the girl in front of her. She liked Eliza. She had spirit. Asha sighed. "I'm going to leave now. I have an errand I need to run, but with luck, I'll see the tail-end of your appearance in court."

"I at least expected the nobility to be unified, but to have even half of them mistreated by the other... this shall be easier." She admitted, leaning against the dresser. "Ah," she said, a little disheartened. "What injuries does the king think suffered his Caitria?" she wondered, trying to keep balanced. "I don't know my way," she reminded, "I have a floor plan memorized, but I don't know where I am in relation to that plan." She flinched, rubbing at her temples. "Where's the court?"

"A good portion of the nobility are shits. I hope I'm in the portion that isn't. By noblewoman standards, I'm fat." Asha, by reasonable standards, was pretty darn skinny. "The king doesn't know what happened, so you can figure that detail out. If you go down the hall, you'll get to the main staircase. You're on the fifth floor." Asha smiled at her and patted her on the shoulder. "You'll do brilliantly."

She nodded. "If you're sure, I am. And no, you're not like that," she insisted, "Thanks for the help, fatty," she winked. "I hope men use their own methods for comparison. They're probably at least three times your weight," she swore, staggering towards the door. "I've got it, thanks," Eliza nodded. "Um... is there anyone to lean on?" she asked.

((How long has Caitria been gone? She'll probably say something about running off because of being upset about her fiance fleeing. Then getting injured and only recently being returned.))

((Not very. They only found Eliza last night))

"They're giants, the lot of them," Asha joked, "or at least they like to think they are." She figured Eliza would get the lewd joke that no noblewoman ought to be telling or laughing at. "Leaning . . . uh, I'll go fetch you a cane." Asha walked slowly down the hall in what was the proper manner to go get one. She returned a moment later with an impractically ornate looking cane that was gilded entirely in gold.

((All right!))

She laughed quietly. "Right, that also includes the peasantry, if you've ever met much of them," she pointed out, smiling softly. "A cane. Goodness, I didn't think I'd need that til I was elderly," she murmured, taking the cane. "It's so inlaid with gold, my full weight will bend it," she complained, "But it'll do, thank you," Eliza nodded. "Any final tips?"

Asha shrugged. A lot of things at court were made to be gaudy, ostentatious, leaving all practicality for the plebeians. It was such an intense juxtaposition when she traveled to the tribe there. There gaudy things were for the fools and practical things for the rich. Asha liked that better, truth be told. "Well, at least you get to be pseudo-elderly in style, right?" Asha thought for a second, chewing on the corner of her lip. "Don't piss the king off."

"I'll try my hardest to enjoy it and to be a sweet little cupcake of fluff, air, and delight," Eliza drawled, like she knew what she had to do, and it was comparable to consuming a particular gland on a skunk. "I'll see how it goes, and try to be pleasant. Who knows, maybe I can pull a fainting spell and get attention. That sounds like something a spoiled brat like her would do."

Asha snorted. "I really have to go now, Eliza. I know you'll do fine." She gave her best "comforting" smile. "But hey, at least if this goes badly, we'll see each other again in heaven or hell, right?" She sighed and walked from the room. She might not be the biggest fan of Sage Calbreed, but she did have to help the other girl out of the dungeon since they were comrades and members of the Ten.

((Continue with Eliza and the King in the throne room?))

((Yep!))

"Wow, that's reassuring," she rolled her eyes, smirking nervously, very scared. she hobbled down the hall towards the throne room.

((I will reply there ))