05-11-2015, 09:07 PM
Agnès had been escorted to her room not long ago. She had considered objecting, but each time she began stammering an attempt at saying something along the lines of "No, I don't need a room, but thank you for the offer", she was silenced. For servants, those below this King's command were quite powerful, though Agnès was not the type to be irritated by that. The decadence of this building made her feel almost sick, but she could not deny that the furniture and bedding in the building was beyond wonderfully comfortable. She had allowed all grace to flee from her a few minutes ago as she tumbled to the queen-sized bed in the room she had been brought to, which was equally as despicably decadent. She saw it fit to take this time for changing into something more comfortable - Perhaps it would be wise to change into the tunic she traveled in back in Luxendarc? She recalled the monochromatic tunic, with its knee-length skirt hemmed with black fur, its puffy black sleeves and gloves, its knee-high black boots with little fuzzballs hanging on strings...
After a while she felt weight on her chest. It was slight weight, of course, but weight nonetheless. Agnès opened her eyes to see the outfit folded nicely on her stomach, which she moved off to the side of the bed. She slid off of and stood up from the bed to the floor - Even though she had only spent a few moments lying down, she longed for more time to simply relax and rest her weary body. However, that time was not now, as there was definitely more to be done - But what?
It was then that Agnès heard a knock on the door. A deep knock, from some kind of heavy wood. Fitting for a palace to use such material. "I will be there in a moment!" the vestal called, hoping she was loud enough to be heard through the door. It wouldn't be right to keep someone waiting just for my own comfort, she thought, so I'll answer that now and change later. With a few surprisingly loud heeled steps across the floor, she reached the door, and from her position she caught a quick glance at herself from a mirror. She brushed her hair off to the side a little bit, putting it back into place as it normally was, then she opened the door and stepped back.
An unfamiliar face stood before her, a man of slightly pale but ageless skin, dark brown hair coloured like her own but pulled back, with a scar on said face by the right eye that Agnès found peculiar for a few moments, before scolding herself mentally for such a thought. Instinctively she offered a bow, like she had the King, and a smile as she raised her head. This man did not appear unsettled by eye contact, which she found comforting. "My apologies for that. My name is Agnès Oblige. What business might I have with you, sir?" she asked. His clothes looked about as pompous and extravagant if not more so than her own (Though she did not like how her own looked), making the vestal wonder if perhaps they were of similar positions. She did not ask, however, deeming it inappropriate to inquire on such a thing so early on. "Would you happen to be one of the King's men, perhaps?" the girl stepped aside and made room for the man to step into the room if he so desired.
After a while she felt weight on her chest. It was slight weight, of course, but weight nonetheless. Agnès opened her eyes to see the outfit folded nicely on her stomach, which she moved off to the side of the bed. She slid off of and stood up from the bed to the floor - Even though she had only spent a few moments lying down, she longed for more time to simply relax and rest her weary body. However, that time was not now, as there was definitely more to be done - But what?
It was then that Agnès heard a knock on the door. A deep knock, from some kind of heavy wood. Fitting for a palace to use such material. "I will be there in a moment!" the vestal called, hoping she was loud enough to be heard through the door. It wouldn't be right to keep someone waiting just for my own comfort, she thought, so I'll answer that now and change later. With a few surprisingly loud heeled steps across the floor, she reached the door, and from her position she caught a quick glance at herself from a mirror. She brushed her hair off to the side a little bit, putting it back into place as it normally was, then she opened the door and stepped back.
An unfamiliar face stood before her, a man of slightly pale but ageless skin, dark brown hair coloured like her own but pulled back, with a scar on said face by the right eye that Agnès found peculiar for a few moments, before scolding herself mentally for such a thought. Instinctively she offered a bow, like she had the King, and a smile as she raised her head. This man did not appear unsettled by eye contact, which she found comforting. "My apologies for that. My name is Agnès Oblige. What business might I have with you, sir?" she asked. His clothes looked about as pompous and extravagant if not more so than her own (Though she did not like how her own looked), making the vestal wonder if perhaps they were of similar positions. She did not ask, however, deeming it inappropriate to inquire on such a thing so early on. "Would you happen to be one of the King's men, perhaps?" the girl stepped aside and made room for the man to step into the room if he so desired.
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