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Meg was not an upperclass lady and had no rights to relax in such a beautiful space, but instead had to slave away to clean it clear of any dust. She was a Lady-In-Waiting and usually wouldn't be doing the work of a housemaid. While her lady was off in the castle having fun and needed no assistance, Meg was ordered to clean other parts of the castle. Today she was in charge of dusting the Sitting Room, along with the help of apparently another maid, but she saw no sight of the partner she that was suppose to be helping her. Here dark brown, nearly black, hair was up tightly in a bun, held together by just pins and a simple white headband, that she was allowed to wear. The uniform she wore everyday was very stiff and got boring over time. The lamp shade of a lamp on a table, at the end of the pink couch, was being cleaned with the cleaning supplies Meg used.

Aimee was lost in her own world at those moments, her mind travelling to the thoughts of flying with the birds. She skipped into the room she was supposed to be cleaning, not stopping to admire the soft sofas or the gleaming chandeliers. The Princess Camellia was not currently in her rooms, and so Aimee had been assigned to do something else with another Lady In Waiting. And somehow, in a matter of minutes, her mind had wandered to thoughts of flying. Glancing at the partner she had to help dust, she was taken aback by a sense of familiarity. What was her name? Margaret, Maggie, Meghan? Yes, that was it, Meg. "I shall clean the sofas and the chandelier to start with," She announced primly, as though she were a princess.

"Not to be rude, but you are late. Where have you been?" Meg asked, trying to be kind. " Never mind. You are here now. Actually would you mind helping me clean the fireplace. If not, no worries."

Meg looked down at her feet as she continued to make the lamp shade spotless. She made no eye contact with the other girl as she spoke, for the cleaning took a lot of energy.

"You're Amand- Aimee, correct?" She said, catching herself before saying Amanda instead of her proper name.

It was hard to keep track.

Aimee completely ignored how Meg had pointed out her lateness, it didn't matter, she didn't yell or scream at her like any of the other higher ranking ladies. She smiled with glee at that, and no sooner had the smile appeared than did it fade ever so slightly.

Aimee didn't want to clean the fireplace. She wanted to do the sofas and chandeliers. If her father was here, he would let her. She however didn't want to lose the kindness by making a sharp but seemingly harmless reply. And so she focused on Meghan- no, Meg, she had to remember that- Meg's next comment, pardon. But she still had to answer the first question- Oh, she found this so exhilarating already!

"No, no, it's fine, I can also help with the fireplace. And yes, I'm Aimee- and you're... Meg? Yes, Meg!" She said as she quickly got out the appropriate dusting cloth to clean the mantel place with.

With a bursting smile Meg looked at the fireplace. It was cold and the maids have been ordered to prepare all the fires in the castle. She truthfully didn't want to build the fire but she figured she'd have to.

"Would you do the mantle, Aimee? I can start the fire." She said, knowing what she'd have to do.

Meg would trudge outside to the storage that held the logs racks. Then she'd have to pick appropriate sized logs and haul them back to the castle as she froze outside. It wasn't until after the daydream she remembered that before she came to work she brought the firewood, but didn't start the fire. Silly her, how could she forget?

"Yes, you are correct, it is Meg. So many name's to remember! Gosh there must be a hundred or so maids, let alone the guards, name's to rember!" She exclaimed as she made way to the fireplace.

The beautifully designed carpet left a plush feeling on Meg's knees when she bent down near the fireplace.

"On it already," Aimee said, watching some dust bunnies fly from off of the mantel and onto the plush rug. Once again, her thoughts drifted off to those of flying as she watched the dust bunnies slowly soar through the air... and then they died. The red plush was lava destroying them. It was, and it wasn't, Aimee thought.

Finishing up with the mantel place, she moved on to a picture hanging just above it of the King and Queen. She absentmindedly dusted that, still despair ridden about the dust bunnies.

"The names are far too repetitive, there are too many Elizabeth's and Mary's and Jameela's and all of those old and stuffy names that no one cares for at all, name or person!"

"Aimee how dare you say such a thing about the name of the queen?" Meg exclaimed. "You shall not say such a thing, I hear one maid was just sent to be executed because she apologized for, well, I don't know. I wouldn't want that to happen to you."

She looked at the maid with worry in her eyes. The Queen had a very unique name and should be respected. She continued to stack firewood on to the growing pile. The matches were in her pocket and she fished them out. When she grabbed hold of them she flicked the flame and the fire began to burn. Bright light and lots of warmth came from it.

But Aimee, lost in her thoughts of flying dust bunnies as she had spoken those words looked even more surprised than Meg herself. Suddenly it was her eyes that were filling with worry, and she could only pray that the Queen wasn't outside of the door right now!

"I didn't truly say that aloud, did I?! Oh, I don't know what I was thinking.. it must have been a very positive thought, for I would never, ever speak ill of the Queen!" But Aimee truly discarded the Queen from her long train of thoughts, she had been one of her poison attempts and she still wanted her dead.

((we should have made the queen be outside the door at the moment ))

((Totally))

"I won't tell, but make sure to keep your mouth closed around her. She, is um, very unique and has a very special thought process. Queen Jameela is a very wonderful lady, though many don't know. With out a queen like herself, many people would be running around the palace doing horrible things. Well, at least she keeps it under control, I guess. Anyway," Meg quickly spat out. " How has your lady been?"

She looked up at the painting above the fireplace as she spoke. With a sigh she glanced away, looking at the plush couches, wishing she could take a break.

((Maybe we can get Meli to get her over here... this rp is not going how I expected XD))

There was a lot of dusting to do in a palace. Dust collected, and seeing as there wasn't anyone important in the room, Ida toon the opportunity to dust off everything in the sitting room. There was a lot. And everything was covered in a thin layer of dust. Everything. Not that she was complaining. At least she was alone at the moment.

Adelaide strolled into the sitting room with a book in her hand that she had been intending to read for weeks. Now that she actually had some free time and wasn't being accused of liking the gardener by Scarlett, Adelaide decided to finally sit down and relax. As she walked in, she noticed one of the maids, and smiled at her. "Good morning, miss." She walked over an extremely comfortable armchair that was near the blazing fire and sat down, setting the book next to her on the coffee table in the middle of the room. "What might you be doing in here?"

She looked up to see one of the princesses (Adelaide, by her hair colour and general age range) enter the room. She decided she might as well finish with her dusting, seeing as there wasn't all that much that remained to be done. She looked up again when the princess spoke, checking the room for any others. She curtsied low. "Good morning, Your Highness. I'm just dusting. Do you wish for me to leave so you might read in peace?" Her dark hair was pulled back, like usual (so her neck was cold, like usual), and the maid's uniform itched in all the usual places. She was used to it, though. It's been like this since she was very young, so long ago.

Adelaide shook her head. "No, of course not. I would not want to intrude on your work. Just let me know if I happen to be in your way, and I'll move." She smiled once more before opening her book to a random page near the middle and peeked over the edge. Who did this girl look like? Adelaide doubted she looked familiar because she had seen her around before. No, she looked like someone at the castle, a very strong resemblance. For minutes, she sat, trying to think of the face that similarly matched the girl's standing in front of Adelaide.

She nodded. "Of course, Your Highness." She was careful not to meet the other girl's eyes as she returned to her quiet dusting, moving a little quicker than she had been before, not wanting to be annoying the princess.

Adelaide suddenly piped up. "Do you, by chance, have any family here at the palace? You look very familiar, but I can't seem to place why." She set her book down and sat up a bit straighter.

She turned her head, quizzically, then brought her head back down to her dusting. "Yes. I have an older brother, your highness." Why would she want to know? It wasn't as if she would know Andrew, he was just a gardener. Certainly no one a princess would pay attention to.

Adelaide watched her for a minute. An older brother…a brother? Could she be…? "Miss, sorry to interrupt your work, but I have one more question. Is your name, possibly, Ida?" If this girl was who Adelaide thought she was, that would mean she just met Andrew's younger sister.

((Not sure if you know, just thought I'd tell you anyway, Adelaide and Andrew kind of have huge crushes on each other, but obvi she's a princess he's a gardener, problem))

Her head went up quicker this time, but betrayed none of the confusion and suspicion going on in her head. How would she know her name? It wasn't as if she had many friends in the palace, and none that would be talking to Princess Adelaide about her. She bowed her head quickly. "That is indeed my name, your Highness. Might I inquire why you ask, and how you can by it?"

Adelaide nodded. So she was indeed his sister. She smiled at her before answering. "I am aware of it by your brother, or who I assume is your brother. Andrew, correct?" Adelaide smiled once more, but with a slight blush this time. "And, well, I was just asking because I was trying to figure out who I knew that you resemble."

Ida didn't smile back. Andrew had told her? Why has Andrew been talking to a Princess? They must be close. She couldn't see Andrew talking about his little sister he rarely saw, that he'd left behind, to just anyone. So what was Andrew doing talking to her? She said none of this, however. The mask remained up. The quiet, meek, invisible servant. "I was not aware you knew my brother," she said quietly. "I apologize for bothering you, Your Highness. I should be finished with the room, soon." Looking up to continue her task, she saw the faint blush on the princess's cheek. Andrew wouldn't be so stupid... The princess was engaged! And younger than him! And he was a gardener, nothing. He had no right to even talk to her. No right.

Adelaide frowned once more. "No, no. You're no bother at all. I don't mind company every once in a while." Honestly, Adelaide grew quite lonely most of the time. Charlotte hated her, hated having a twin and sharing the title of eldest in general. Scarlett disliked her as well, choosing to tease and mock her of some silly thing with Andrew, though all they did was talk. That's it. That's all Adelaide could allow. She was…to be married soon. Married off to that snob with the title of a prince, just for money, or land, or allies. Whatever she was being traded for. It was all incredibly stupid, and sometimes, Adelaide just wished to stay in her home and talk to those around every day, whether they be royalty, noblemen, maids, or gardeners. There wasn't any difference to her.

"I'm only a maid, your highness. No one important. I don't make very good company," she replied, returning her gaze to her work. She'd speak to Andrew about this. It could be months until she next saw him, however, with their schedules.

"No, I really don't mind. You seem like perfectly good company. And it's not like anyone will be walking in," Adelaide motioned around t the room she knew had been extremely dusty before Ida had dusted it all. "No one comes in here anymore except me."

She shook her head. "I'm no sort of company for a princess, your highness. Only a maid." Just one more thing to finish dusting. Well, a big thing with little things on it. She moved to the mantle piece.

"I've learned, over all of my years in this castle, that even maids can be the best of company at times." Adelaide truly did want her to stay, though she knew that she would most likely leave her in her 'peace' after she had completed dusting.

"Of course, Your Highness," she replied, deciding to let the princess decide their topic of conversation, if there was to be one. She continues dusting a vase, waiting, wondering whether she would remain silent or start a conversation.

Adelaide was silent for a few minutes. She wasn't sure what to say, or what to ask her. She didn't want to intrude in her personal life, but she wasn't sure what else to ask.

She waited, silent. It wasn't her place to find a topic. If the princess wished to speak to her, she would. She began dusting off the many pictures frames, just waiting in the silence. She'd be finished soon, luckily.

Adelaide sighed. Well, this obviously wasn't going to be easy. "So…I'm just wondering, you don't have to answer if you'd prefer not to. How long do maids work a day? I've always seen then around, from the time I wake up until I fall asleep, but it's seems unimaginable."

"We work in shifts, your highness. We get an hour for breakfast, lunch and dinner each day, and one day off a week. And, of course, the nights, although some maids work then. Usually it's one night a week you need to work."

Adelaide nodded. That made sense, though she often saw the same people working longer hours than she had said. Adelaide brushed that aside and tried to think of another topic to talk about.

Most of the maid's days off were spent working, anyway. You got paid extra to work on your day off, and unless you had family who lived in town, there was no point in leaving the palace. She had Andrew, but their schedules usually turned out that their days off weren't on the same day. So she worked on her days off.

((Ahhhh, I don't know what to say))

((Ah, sorry that was kind of just filler >.<))

((Haha, that's no problem :) I just can't think of a convo starter))

((Ah...))

((Any suggestions?))

((Hrm. It's 2 in the morning here, so I'm not really full of ideas XD))

((XD Yeah, I just woke up.))

((Me too...))

Ana walked into the room with a book in hand. With the weather warming up she had gotten rid of her long sleeved, down to the floor dresses. In a thin, half sleeved pink dress that full to her ankles, she sat criss crossed on one of the various seats. She let out a sigh of relief seeing that she might finally have some peace and quiet to read. She looked at the title of the random book she grabbed off of the library shelves. My Watpad Love. It looked interesting enough. Opening it to the first page she started to slowly immerse herself in it.

Emmy was standing guard in the corner of the sitting room when one of the many princesses entered the room. She didn't seem to see Emmi, and she was grateful for that, but it was her duty to introduce herself. So she bowed to the waist, crinkling her guard's uniform. "Your highness," she murmured in the deep voice she'd become so accustomed to using in her year at the palace pretending to be a boy. Her hair was cropped short, her clothes were those of a male's her voice was deep. No one looked much closer, and she was very good at hiding it, after over a year of it.

((Sorry my phone died))

Startled, Ana jumped a bit at the voice. Looking around more carefully this time she noticed the guard.
"H-hello, sir." She got out with what grace she could. Sitting her book down she stood. After giving a small curtsy she sat back down. Only this time she sat slightly curled up in a ball. The guards always made her slightly uncomfortable, especially when she just wanted to be alone. Picking up the book she tried to start it again only to be bugged with the fact that there was a guard in the room.

She inclined her head, and straightened, remaining at her post. The princess was uncomfortable with her being here, she could tell, but this was her post and she had to remain. Security was tightening up with the Krasa Ball rapidly approaching, therefore there were more guards on duty everywhere.

As she fumbled with a page of her book the Krãsa day ball flashed through Ana's mind. She sighed at the thought of it. Like the years before she would just stay as far from the dance floor as possible. The only difference was that this year she wouldn't have to get a new dress. Ana closed her book and sat up. Looking at the fire place she asked, "What's your name?" It was a very rare occurrence for her to put down a book for a conversation. Even if it was one that probably wouldn't last long at all.

"Layton, Your Highness," she replied promptly. "Guard Dean Layton." It was her brother's name, not hers, just as this was her brother's life, not hers. But it was the name she was accustomed to, now, even if she was still Emmy, she was also Dean just as much.

She remembered her father talking about a new guard with the name Layton some time ago. "Oh, are you one of the newer guards that were trained not too long ago?" She turned her attention back to the book. Flipping it over and over again and again whilst waiting for a reply.

She shrugged. "I've been out of training for four and a half months, now, so I suppose I'm one of the newer ones. Not the newest, though, but certainly not one of the more senior guards." She didn't know much about this princess, but then she didn't know much about most of them. There were certainly a lot.