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'How DARE they do this to me. They, whoever they are, have NO right to not tell me what is going on. ' Christina started pacing the giant room. 'I have to find out if everyone is ok. I have to find Cecilia.' Tears sprung to her eyes, she wiped them away. ' I WILL NOT cry. I WILL NOT show weakness.'
The sound of the door opening brought Christina back to the present. Turning she found her self face to face with a elderly woman.
"Aw, there you are lass. I'm Isabella, the Queen's head handmaiden. The Prince requested I get you ready for the day than send you to Breakfast." The woman stated, her graying hair blowing in a unseen wind. "My child what's wrong? You look as if you've seen a boggart*." Isabella questioned seeing Christina's shock face.
"You work for the Queen? And the Prince sent you to me? I don't even know the Prince!" Christina stumbled, trying to hide the shocked look on her face.
With a chuckle Isabelle replied. "Yes my dear. I do work for the Queen and yes the Prince requested me for you. Now, go sit over there so we can start." Isabelle nodded toward a set of chairs and table off in the corner.
Christina crossed the room and sat in a wooden-backed chair. 'hum, this is more comfy than it looks.' She watched as Isabella took out a beautiful cherry stained box from her bundle crossed the room and set it on the table in front of her.
"Now, I know you feel like crap but I am sorry to say that you don't have time to bathe. Don't worry though if I can make the Queen look 30. I can make you beautiful." And with that Isabella pulled a brush out of the box and started combing the rats nests from Christina's auburn hair. " Not that your not beautiful. In fact I haven't seen any one fairer. Like the prince said, and I quote, 'She could have beauty to revel my mothers if she didn't hide it under the dirt of a kitchen made.' Ad trust me it may seem like a put down but coming from the Prince it is one of the highest compliments." Isabelle stated as she started braiding Christina's hair in the most elegant way.
"But you never answered my question before. How does the Prince know me? I have never seen him before." Christina asked as Isabella tied off the braid with a leather thong.
"Well if my sources are correct, and they have never been wrong, you met Prince Jon this morning. Talked to him even." Crossing the room Isabella took a light faerie blue gown* out of her bundle. "Now try this on." She said with a wink.
"JON, JON IS THE PRINCE!!!" Christina shrieked at Isabella.
"Yes, who did you think he was, the butchers son? Now will you PLEASE try this on. " Isabella handed the gown to Christina. Christina slipped it on and marveled at the perfect fit. "Made by the elves it 'tis. THOMAS, THOMAS GET IN HERE!!" Isabella screamed in the direction of the door.
A young boy of about 12 jogged in to the room. "You called, Izzy?" shaking his sandy hair out of his ice blue eyes.
"Yes, I would like you to escort this fine lady to the dinning room." Isabella growled. "AND DON"T YOU DARE CALL ME IZZY AGAIN. Thanks." The boy nodded, looked at Christina and walked out of the room. Christina followed but not with pausing and whispering to Isabella.
"Thanks, and the names Christina if I can ever repay you." Than turning on her heel she followed the boy.
'He was right, he was right.' Isabella mumbled before collecting her bundle and leaving.
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*A Boggart is the English rendition of the Boogie man. * Picture the Blue faerie gown like one of Arwens' from LOTR
'How DARE they do this to me. They, whoever they are, have NO right to not tell me what is going on. ' Christina started pacing the giant room. 'I have to find out if everyone is ok. I have to find Cecilia.' Tears sprung to her eyes, she wiped them away. ' I WILL NOT cry. I WILL NOT show weakness.'
The sound of the door opening brought Christina back to the present. Turning she found her self face to face with a elderly woman.
"Aw, there you are lass. I'm Isabella, the Queen's head handmaiden. The Prince requested I get you ready for the day than send you to Breakfast." The woman stated, her graying hair blowing in a unseen wind. "My child what's wrong? You look as if you've seen a boggart*." Isabella questioned seeing Christina's shock face.
"You work for the Queen? And the Prince sent you to me? I don't even know the Prince!" Christina stumbled, trying to hide the shocked look on her face.
With a chuckle Isabelle replied. "Yes my dear. I do work for the Queen and yes the Prince requested me for you. Now, go sit over there so we can start." Isabelle nodded toward a set of chairs and table off in the corner.
Christina crossed the room and sat in a wooden-backed chair. 'hum, this is more comfy than it looks.' She watched as Isabella took out a beautiful cherry stained box from her bundle crossed the room and set it on the table in front of her.
"Now, I know you feel like crap but I am sorry to say that you don't have time to bathe. Don't worry though if I can make the Queen look 30. I can make you beautiful." And with that Isabella pulled a brush out of the box and started combing the rats nests from Christina's auburn hair. " Not that your not beautiful. In fact I haven't seen any one fairer. Like the prince said, and I quote, 'She could have beauty to revel my mothers if she didn't hide it under the dirt of a kitchen made.' Ad trust me it may seem like a put down but coming from the Prince it is one of the highest compliments." Isabelle stated as she started braiding Christina's hair in the most elegant way.
"But you never answered my question before. How does the Prince know me? I have never seen him before." Christina asked as Isabella tied off the braid with a leather thong.
"Well if my sources are correct, and they have never been wrong, you met Prince Jon this morning. Talked to him even." Crossing the room Isabella took a light faerie blue gown* out of her bundle. "Now try this on." She said with a wink.
"JON, JON IS THE PRINCE!!!" Christina shrieked at Isabella.
"Yes, who did you think he was, the butchers son? Now will you PLEASE try this on. " Isabella handed the gown to Christina. Christina slipped it on and marveled at the perfect fit. "Made by the elves it 'tis. THOMAS, THOMAS GET IN HERE!!" Isabella screamed in the direction of the door.
A young boy of about 12 jogged in to the room. "You called, Izzy?" shaking his sandy hair out of his ice blue eyes.
"Yes, I would like you to escort this fine lady to the dinning room." Isabella growled. "AND DON"T YOU DARE CALL ME IZZY AGAIN. Thanks." The boy nodded, looked at Christina and walked out of the room. Christina followed but not with pausing and whispering to Isabella.
"Thanks, and the names Christina if I can ever repay you." Than turning on her heel she followed the boy.
'He was right, he was right.' Isabella mumbled before collecting her bundle and leaving.
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*A Boggart is the English rendition of the Boogie man. * Picture the Blue faerie gown like one of Arwens' from LOTR