As her party excused themselves, Gabriela walked straight to the back of the main floor and took the servants staircase up into the towers of the Keep. She wanted to be alone, with the mists blanketing her skin with a dewy embrace. But she also wanted to see the renovations made to the Obligator's suite. And because nightfall was still a few hours away, she padded on light feet up the second staircase, pewter doing a terrible job at keeping the nervous flutters out of her stomach.
She hadn't done anything wrong per se… but you never knew with the Lord's Obligators.
With a too eager leap, Gabriela bounded up the last six steps and gracefully landed on the well-worn rushes lining the stone hallway. Three doors down, her father stood awe struck in front of Draulin's room. She glanced at him shyly, knowing she had broken at least two rules since the last time they'd seen each other. The first being the cause of the renovations, the second being the pewter-leap she'd just performed.
"W-well, Lord Draulin," her father said after a minute pause, his face dignified once again and wearing an appreciative and satisfied look. "I take pleasure in your redecoration, my Lord. 'Tis a wonderful sight, and a cause for celebration if we were not planning such evenings currently." He turned slightly and caught sight of her, his unintentional rioting infectious. She stood a little straighter, smiled a little wider, and curtsied like the finest lady.
"Hello, father." Gabriela said kindly, glancing around the corner with mock surprise. Well, not entirely mocked. The place had undergone such a change she felt her jaw drop too. The bare room had been replaced with plush furniture and rushes, priceless artwork and three new candle-light burners. As requested the Obligator's desk was left untouched and it stood out like an Inquisitor. Gabriela could even see the dust lingering on the dark hardwood desk.
"Lord Draulin," She mimed, her face masked with a pleasantly surprised smile. "Your quarters look lovely."
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She hadn't done anything wrong per se… but you never knew with the Lord's Obligators.
With a too eager leap, Gabriela bounded up the last six steps and gracefully landed on the well-worn rushes lining the stone hallway. Three doors down, her father stood awe struck in front of Draulin's room. She glanced at him shyly, knowing she had broken at least two rules since the last time they'd seen each other. The first being the cause of the renovations, the second being the pewter-leap she'd just performed.
"W-well, Lord Draulin," her father said after a minute pause, his face dignified once again and wearing an appreciative and satisfied look. "I take pleasure in your redecoration, my Lord. 'Tis a wonderful sight, and a cause for celebration if we were not planning such evenings currently." He turned slightly and caught sight of her, his unintentional rioting infectious. She stood a little straighter, smiled a little wider, and curtsied like the finest lady.
"Hello, father." Gabriela said kindly, glancing around the corner with mock surprise. Well, not entirely mocked. The place had undergone such a change she felt her jaw drop too. The bare room had been replaced with plush furniture and rushes, priceless artwork and three new candle-light burners. As requested the Obligator's desk was left untouched and it stood out like an Inquisitor. Gabriela could even see the dust lingering on the dark hardwood desk.
"Lord Draulin," She mimed, her face masked with a pleasantly surprised smile. "Your quarters look lovely."
@Red Thunder