I feel so terrible I haven't updated in so long. There has been so much going on and I hope you're still reading and enjoying. Anyway just enjoy, and please review.
"This is fucking ridiculous!" Rose swore.
"Stop swearing, Rose, it isn't appropriate." Lissa reprimanded.
"In this situation it is appropriate."
"It's not even that bad." Lissa said calmly.
"Not that bad! We're going to a knitting club! With old people! Do you not see the problem?" Rose shrieked.
"Rose, as Queen I have to reach out to all my subjects, and the elderly deserve some attention."
"Then why not organise a luncheon, or bingo, or something like that?" Rose demanded, gesturing wildly.
"Is this really Rosemarie Hathaway asking to go to a 'stuffy old luncheon' or a bingo game? Who are you and what have you done with Rose?"
"Shut up, Liss I'm serious. You know how terrible I am at knitting. Remember when your mom tried to teach us. I lasted about 15 minutes until she sent me out of the room, and swore she would never do it again." Rose said, crossing her arms across her chest.
"You were only nine and you stabbed three pillows with your needles, and scratched a wooden heirloom so badly it could't be repaired. You were a danger to everyone around you!"
"Exactly! So just let me stand by the wall and guard."
"No, Rose. These people may be old, but they carry a lot of influence, and they need to see my association with you. Maybe this way we can revert some of the prejudices against damphirs, and you're older now. More coordinated." Lissa pleaded, giving Rose her puppy dog eyes.
"Fine. But don't expect me to be happy about it." Rose huffed.
"I won't. But you do have to change your shirt."
"What's wrong with my shirt?" Rose queried.
"I can see your bra straps, black and lacy and the shirt itself is pretty tight."
"Well I thought I was having a day off, it's not my fault the Queen changed her mind about my work schedule."
"Shut up Rose, and go change."
Fifteen minutes later both girls were outside the Moroi lounge, both dressed appropriately though Rose was uncomfortably tugging at the turtleneck shirt Lissa had picked out for her. Lissa glided into the room, Rose following silently behind her. The twenty or so elderly Moroi women all rose to their feet, though Lissa quickly waved them down.
"Good morning, it's lovely to see all of you. I'm not certain I have met you all personally, but that is certainly my aim in joining you. This is my guardian and best friend Rosemarie Hathaway, and she will also be joining us."
"Hello." Rose said awkwardly, following Lissa to sit on a settee near the centre of the room. Lissa chatted industriously with the moroi, while Rose chose the bluntest needles she could find, and several balls of navy wool. Looking hopelessly at the balls in front of her, she attempted to cast on, giving up several minutes later as she looked at the huge mess in front of her.
"Hello dear." An elderly women with snow white hair and a kindly face, interrupted her contemplations." You're Rosemarie, aren't you?"
"Just Rose, thank you."
"Well just Rose, I'm Grace, and you look like you've got yourself a right mess there, let me help."
"Thank you." Rose said relinquishing her knitting needles. "I've been trying but it just won't work."
"What are you knitting?" Grace asked, deftly sorting out the tangle of wool.
"I'm trying to knit a scarf for my boyfriend."
"Is he cute?" She asked, her eyes twinkling with light.
"Ah well, I wouldn't exactly call him cute." Rose said giving an embarrassed cough.
"I'm sorry honey, I'm sure he's got a lovely personality." Grace said patting Rose's hand.
"Oh no. He's definitely attractive, and he's got a lovely personality."
"So if he's not cute what would you call him?" A multitude of descriptions swam through Rose's head, but decided calling him a really hot Russian wouldn't go down well, settled on a basic description.
"Well he's Russian, very tall, shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, a really great body and-"
"So you're basically trying to tell me he's smoking."
Rose's eyes sparkling with laughter, nodded her head "Exactly."
"Hey Grace?" called a woman from the other side of the room, "What's so interesting over there?"
"Young Rose here was telling me about her smoking hot boyfriend." Grace called back.
"Well I've got to come here and hear about this."
Soon most of the room was gathered around Rose, listening as she told stories of her time at the Academy, and reminiscing about their own youth. They all knitted as they talked, Rose's scarf rapidly growing under the tutelage of the women. By the end of the session, only two stuck up old women remained by Lissa, as she looked wonderingly at Rose. As they left they all begged them to come back as Rose promised them eagerly she would be back next week.
Walking towards Lissa's suite, Lissa asked, "What was that all about?"
"I was just talking."
" I know but I didn't think they would be so open, especially with you."
"Don't be upset Lissa, I think they just felt a bit uncomfortable around you."
"Uncomfortable?"
"Yes well I don't think they wanted to discuss their Queen's love life.
"Seriously? That's what you were talking about."
" Grace and Dorota are actually very experienced in that field."
"Please don't tell me!"
"At first it was weird, but they actually had some great ideas."
"Rose stop!"
"Fine, but we most stop by that old bar near the edge of court."
"Really Rose? Don't you want to go home?
"I promised Grace we would go, and we wouldn't want to make a bad impression on the old biddies would we?"
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