Charriss is tired of fighting with her mother, she's tired of listening to her siblings cry in hunger, she's tired of sleeping on the floor when her mother decides to pop in after long disappearances with a new husband. She's tired. Charriss is so t...
"She didn't drink it," Chariss tells her in a whisper, looking nonchalant as she eats a bit of the apple butter from a separate small bowl, licking the spoon. The lady-in-waiting glances at her cup of coffee once again before making her leave, following the rest of her ladies-in-waiting out of the room.
Farren hums. "Maybe she drunk it without you realizing,"
"I was watching her. She didn't touch it. She ate her food without looking at it,"
Farren tugs Chariss' arm once, a sign to follow, before moving towards the abandoned table. They only pass Amara, who was closest to the target table, when servants shuffle out, putting everything on trays and dumping out old food. A girl with short black hair grabs the cup with soot stained fingers, bowing to them quietly before continuing.
"They'll dump it," Chariss whispers in alarm.
Deidre shrugs, making her way out first. "Then it's not our problem," She says before she disappears out of the door.
"But we'll never find out what it is," Chariss nearly shrieks, following near the end of the line as everyone leaves towards the noble's dining room.
Deidre glares at her. "Once again, it is not our problem,"
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"Not to be that one," Sloane begins as dusting her dirty hands on her dress. "But this dress is fucking ugly,"
Amara nods sadly, moving the bottom of her dress around. "It's hard enough gardening in a dress but gardening in an ugly dress?" She whines, pushing hair behind her ear. "At least you get to unbutton your dress at the top," She says, gesturing at the two open buttons in Sloane's dress.
"I have men to sleep with, Amara," She grumbles, knocking back a few gulps of lemonade.
Deidre groans as the sun beats down on her. "Should have known the nobles wouldn't really be doing the gardening," She sighs, pulling hair off her neck. "This is absolute and utter madness. I feel like stabbing something,"
"Well, before you get stab happy," Amara giggles, grabbing the shears out of Deidre's hand. "I'm going to go cut this bush into a pineapple,"
It had only been ten minutes since they started but Deidre knows the nobles aren't going to get up and do a thing. Lady Sovereign sits above everyone, not arrogantly, fanning herself as watching the ladies-in-waiting till to the land. She's gardened before, she's went through acres of land gathering potatoes for a few coins but this- she never signed up for this. Grumbling under her breath, ripped a weed out of the ground, throwing it into the pile with a low growl of anger.
