The bright sunlight that filled the room made her eyes water. She had been here many times before with her cousins. It was the Armory. Huge metal shields and jewel-encrusted swords took up most of the space. Ursula breathed in the smells of the castle. She often came here to relax, as the room was almost never occupied. The large room was perfect for hiding in. When she was younger, a great many hide and seek games took place here. Ursula was very good at hiding. She could mimic the ambassadors accents almost perfectly and she had a way of blending in with her surroundings. Ursula often eavesdropped this way.
The servants saw everything that went on and they happily gossiped together in the evenings. This is where Ursula decided she needed to go. And with that she walked over to a large chest and from deep within it she pulled out a maid's outfit. Ursula a scarf from the costume pile and tied it over her noticeably red hair. She checked herself over in a gleaming shied before crossing boldly to the servants wing.
She didn't meet anyone in the halls, much to her relief. All of the servants knew the face of her mistress Ursula tried to keep her head down. Finally, she reached the commons where many people gathered in the afternoon and evening hours. She sat in a chair near enough to hear what the women were saying, but far enough so they couldn't see her face. She had held her breath as she passed the group of women who were gossiping loudly while working on their sewing. Ursula could not have stitched for that long.
People often said that Ursula was stubborn, impatient and had a temper "like her father's". Stitching was so... Idle, but you still had to count stitches and the likes. Ursula never felt that "calming sensation" al of the ladies described when sewing. She had always thought that sewing and the like was nonsense. However, that statement only brought in the stiffest and most uppity tutors from the land. Uppity! Ursula had sworn she had heard the word mentioned in conversation. She paid more attention to the murmur of voices behind her.
"Lord Alfred is trying-"
"not her anyways-"
"But, Isadora can't"
That was all Ursula needed to hear. She was sure they meant her aunt was coming. Pondering over when, Ursula hurried back to the Armory and studded the clothes back in the chest. Rather than run up 4 flights of stairs to her quarters, Ursula turned into a corridor and followed a winding ramp up to the hall that lead to her room. She laid on her bed and rested before dinner.
The servants saw everything that went on and they happily gossiped together in the evenings. This is where Ursula decided she needed to go. And with that she walked over to a large chest and from deep within it she pulled out a maid's outfit. Ursula a scarf from the costume pile and tied it over her noticeably red hair. She checked herself over in a gleaming shied before crossing boldly to the servants wing.
She didn't meet anyone in the halls, much to her relief. All of the servants knew the face of her mistress Ursula tried to keep her head down. Finally, she reached the commons where many people gathered in the afternoon and evening hours. She sat in a chair near enough to hear what the women were saying, but far enough so they couldn't see her face. She had held her breath as she passed the group of women who were gossiping loudly while working on their sewing. Ursula could not have stitched for that long.
People often said that Ursula was stubborn, impatient and had a temper "like her father's". Stitching was so... Idle, but you still had to count stitches and the likes. Ursula never felt that "calming sensation" al of the ladies described when sewing. She had always thought that sewing and the like was nonsense. However, that statement only brought in the stiffest and most uppity tutors from the land. Uppity! Ursula had sworn she had heard the word mentioned in conversation. She paid more attention to the murmur of voices behind her.
"Lord Alfred is trying-"
"not her anyways-"
"But, Isadora can't"
That was all Ursula needed to hear. She was sure they meant her aunt was coming. Pondering over when, Ursula hurried back to the Armory and studded the clothes back in the chest. Rather than run up 4 flights of stairs to her quarters, Ursula turned into a corridor and followed a winding ramp up to the hall that lead to her room. She laid on her bed and rested before dinner.