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There was little that Eloise didn’t know about of the happenings in Storm’s End. With the wind forever wailing and assaulting the stones there came the gossips and while Eloise blocked and ignored most of them she couldn’t banish the one whisper of unfairness from her mind. A man had been locked up in their dungeons for punching a soldier square in the face. Much deserved, Eloise would later on judge, for the comment he had made at the man’s younger sister was much disgusting, but none where the lady had any jurisdiction over, unfortunately. Not that her intervention would ever help the poor family. It rarely solved anything at all. The soldiers were entitled, feeling themselves elevated in their position as their guards and soldiers and the problems would persist for those outside.
The female knew exactly how to solve that, however. In her own little way, and though it wasn’t the most formal of routes she knew she would be able to get her way around it eventually, proper or not.
“Inform my brother that he will be dining alone,” Eloise casually threw at the guard, descending down the stairs in the flurry as was her fashion. She enjoyed the dumbfounded and panicked look of the soldier as the realisation slowly descended that he was to inform her brother that he was to enjoy his meal alone. It was a fun dilemma to pose in front of the less experienced soldiers and one that always caused much bickering amongst the older ones. To let her go, warn her brother the lord, or? Everyone knew that Eloise never got in trouble, but she had a nose when it came down to looking for trouble, especially if it meant that she cancelled out on her precious time with the lord.
“Lady Baratheon…” one of them stammered after a silence. Eloise froze in her steps and turned halfway around over her shoulder. Her eyes confused over their confusion as she pretended this to be the everyday business of the castle, which in a way it was.
“I have matters to attend, isn’t it obvious? Now, go inform my brother before his bread becomes hard,” she chipped and continued her merry road once more.
She knew that her brother would lament her missing lunch with him, but there truly were important matters to attend! The wind had brought her the whispers and Eloise had to act fast. It was her obligation as the lady of the house. Besides, she had pulled another away from her lunch.
Throwing the doors open towards her quarters Eloise’s eyes lit up when she saw the unfamiliar figure of topic of today. The maiden Alvia, the mute sister to the young man locked in the dungeons. Delighted the female strode over to the redhead, her arms spreading open for a hug.
“Welcome, Alvia!” she embraced the female, a wide smile plastered on her face as she continued to drag the girl over to the table that was set in the room. “No need to be afraid, I have invited you for lunch,” she continued in a breath, setting the girl down at the side of the table as she herself sat down at the head. “Unless, of course, you rather just get down to the heart of the matter,” Eloise continued, knowing that the redhead wouldn’t answer and aware that she could hear. Falling silent for a bit the Baratheon quieted down, her cheeks flushed in excitement as she waved the servants out of the room.
“Now, I have heard of your predicament, or rather your brother’s.” The noble broke the bread and served the girl some, figuring that the other was probably still too uncomfortable with sharing a table with an overexcitable noble. Who knew what Alvia was thinking! Probably that she was to be thrown into the dungeons as well with the sudden urgent summoning, but Eloise was here to set it all right.
“I’m unable to be of any meaning to your brother, but I can be to you and indirectly it will help your brother,” Eloise explained as she picked some cheeses for the girl and put it on her plate. Finally seating herself down Eloise’s blue eyes locked with Alvia’s, the bubbly girl turning stern as she was getting to the serious part. “Become my handmaiden.”
And there it was out. The actual reason why Eloise had summoned Alvia in a rush and for lunch. “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t wish to, but it will get you out of the village and elevate your status along with that of your family,” the young stag continued to explain. “You will be able to protect yourself and your family.”
Relaxing the female picked up her goblet, sipping from her water as she started to enjoy her meal. “Think it over as you wish,” the girl spoke as she picked up a grape. “I had planned to speak to my brother no matter your answer, but it will certainly help me convince him all the more if you say yes.”
With that she was finally done. As cheerful and child-like Eloise liked to act there was a mind of her own underneath it all. One that knew how to negotiate, knew how to plan, and one that wished to stand up against the inflated heads of the people they hired.
@DayDreamer & @Ritual Lobotomy
The female knew exactly how to solve that, however. In her own little way, and though it wasn’t the most formal of routes she knew she would be able to get her way around it eventually, proper or not.
“Inform my brother that he will be dining alone,” Eloise casually threw at the guard, descending down the stairs in the flurry as was her fashion. She enjoyed the dumbfounded and panicked look of the soldier as the realisation slowly descended that he was to inform her brother that he was to enjoy his meal alone. It was a fun dilemma to pose in front of the less experienced soldiers and one that always caused much bickering amongst the older ones. To let her go, warn her brother the lord, or? Everyone knew that Eloise never got in trouble, but she had a nose when it came down to looking for trouble, especially if it meant that she cancelled out on her precious time with the lord.
“Lady Baratheon…” one of them stammered after a silence. Eloise froze in her steps and turned halfway around over her shoulder. Her eyes confused over their confusion as she pretended this to be the everyday business of the castle, which in a way it was.
“I have matters to attend, isn’t it obvious? Now, go inform my brother before his bread becomes hard,” she chipped and continued her merry road once more.
She knew that her brother would lament her missing lunch with him, but there truly were important matters to attend! The wind had brought her the whispers and Eloise had to act fast. It was her obligation as the lady of the house. Besides, she had pulled another away from her lunch.
Throwing the doors open towards her quarters Eloise’s eyes lit up when she saw the unfamiliar figure of topic of today. The maiden Alvia, the mute sister to the young man locked in the dungeons. Delighted the female strode over to the redhead, her arms spreading open for a hug.
“Welcome, Alvia!” she embraced the female, a wide smile plastered on her face as she continued to drag the girl over to the table that was set in the room. “No need to be afraid, I have invited you for lunch,” she continued in a breath, setting the girl down at the side of the table as she herself sat down at the head. “Unless, of course, you rather just get down to the heart of the matter,” Eloise continued, knowing that the redhead wouldn’t answer and aware that she could hear. Falling silent for a bit the Baratheon quieted down, her cheeks flushed in excitement as she waved the servants out of the room.
“Now, I have heard of your predicament, or rather your brother’s.” The noble broke the bread and served the girl some, figuring that the other was probably still too uncomfortable with sharing a table with an overexcitable noble. Who knew what Alvia was thinking! Probably that she was to be thrown into the dungeons as well with the sudden urgent summoning, but Eloise was here to set it all right.
“I’m unable to be of any meaning to your brother, but I can be to you and indirectly it will help your brother,” Eloise explained as she picked some cheeses for the girl and put it on her plate. Finally seating herself down Eloise’s blue eyes locked with Alvia’s, the bubbly girl turning stern as she was getting to the serious part. “Become my handmaiden.”
And there it was out. The actual reason why Eloise had summoned Alvia in a rush and for lunch. “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t wish to, but it will get you out of the village and elevate your status along with that of your family,” the young stag continued to explain. “You will be able to protect yourself and your family.”
Relaxing the female picked up her goblet, sipping from her water as she started to enjoy her meal. “Think it over as you wish,” the girl spoke as she picked up a grape. “I had planned to speak to my brother no matter your answer, but it will certainly help me convince him all the more if you say yes.”
With that she was finally done. As cheerful and child-like Eloise liked to act there was a mind of her own underneath it all. One that knew how to negotiate, knew how to plan, and one that wished to stand up against the inflated heads of the people they hired.
@DayDreamer & @Ritual Lobotomy