The shower had been, at the very least, been quite refreshing. Though the princess had grown used to tromping about in muck and filth after fleeing the palace, the very spirit of this institution made her feel unclean. It was as though the air itself reeked with something horrid.
Her escort, the nurse, took great pains to be as pleasant and as chatty as possible, but Ashe would have none of it; the woman received curt, borderline rude replies to her questions regarding "Amelia's" mood and stay thus far. When she was thankfully left alone, or least out of the insufferable woman's company, the young woman took her place in line and took only a salad and side of bread with her usual water. Breakfast had confirmed that the food was not poisoned, but truthfully Ashe hadn't expected it to be; if they'd meant to have her head by now, she imagined they would have taken it.
Tray in hand, the princess chose a seat at a relatively empty table in the center of the room, hoping to make herself easy to spot for the young man who seemed in on her little secret. It was hard to hide a noble air, but Ashe was still somewhat taken aback that anyone could possibly know that she was alive. Uncle Halim- No, the Marquis Ondore had made it quite clear that Ashelia had taken her life. Sitting in wait, she found it hard to eat even a bite of the small portions she'd taken for herself.
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The shower had been, at the very least, been quite refreshing. Though the princess had grown used to tromping about in muck and filth after fleeing the palace, the very spirit of this institution made her feel unclean. It was as though the air itself reeked with something horrid.
Her escort, the nurse, took great pains to be as pleasant and as chatty as possible, but Ashe would have none of it; the woman received curt, borderline rude replies to her questions regarding "Amelia's" mood and stay thus far. When she was thankfully left alone, or least out of the insufferable woman's company, the young woman took her place in line and took only a salad and side of bread with her usual water. Breakfast had confirmed that the food was not poisoned, but truthfully Ashe hadn't expected it to be; if they'd meant to have her head by now, she imagined they would have taken it.
Tray in hand, the princess chose a seat at a relatively empty table in the center of the room, hoping to make herself easy to spot for the young man who seemed in on her little secret. It was hard to hide a noble air, but Ashe was still somewhat taken aback that anyone could possibly know that she was alive. Uncle Halim- No, the Marquis Ondore had made it quite clear that Ashelia had taken her life. Sitting in wait, she found it hard to eat even a bite of the small portions she'd taken for herself.