Accompaniment: Bathtime music?
Ten years after “The Lady’s Dismay”
The Whitestone Keep
Damecité
Eleanor woke up to the gentle sunlight on her face. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed, stretching her arms and back as she turned to the back bedposts which held up the canopy of her bed and pulled a rope connected to a bell to let her courtiers know that she was awake.
As soon as the signal was given, the Lady of the Bedchamber, accompanied by her mother and ladies-in-waiting, swiftly entered her chambers. Upon entering, they all curtsied before Eleanor. After curtsying and saying their “Hellos”, her mother stepped forward and stood beside her daughter, facing the rest of the women.
“Countess LeBlanc,” She said looking to one of the ladies-in-waiting, “Have Her Majesty’s bath drawn.”
The woman gave a nod alongside another curtsy and walked out of the room. Turning to the rest of the women the Queen Mother looked her daughter up and down and gestured to her snapping her fingers.
“Undress her,” She commanded, and the women went to work quickly disrobing the queen from her sleeping garments.
The Countess, Belsante LeBlanc quickly returned to the Queen’s chambers with maidservants in tow, carrying a full washtub, alongside other bathing instruments. After setting the tub on the floor, the maidservants curtsied to the naked Eleanor and quickly exited the room.
Looking at her mother, Eleanor gently walked over to the tub and with as much grace as she could gather for so early in the morning, lowered herself into the tub. Feeling the warm water against her body sent shivers up and down her spine as she held her breath and submerged herself fully under the water. Quickly, pulling her head out of the water, Eleanor resurfaced gasping for air as she resettled above water, pushing the golden strands of her hair away from her face.
“What is on our agenda today, mother?” Eleanor asked as the ladies in waiting approached the tub to begin washing her.
“Well, your Majesty, first we will be composing the invitations to your coronation.” Rina, her pale face still as youthful as the day her daughter was born shined a radiant light as she walked over to her desk and began thumbing through her letters.
“Anything less tedious?” Eleanor said with a hidden smile.
“Well…” Her mother said turning around, still holding Eleanor’s letters. “If you consider hearing the petitions of commoners, less tedious I’ll be sure to let the Lord Constable know you’re ready to begin performing you’re royal duties.”
Leaning forward, Eleanor sighed deeply as Belsante began the process of washing her back.
“Fine, fair point. Who are the invitations being sent to?”
“Nobility, clergy, neighbouring rulers, really anyone who may have some business with the Kingdom.” Her mother said distracted as she read through one of the letters, absentmindedly beginning to list through all the possible guests
Finished with her bath, Eleanor rose from the tub, water flowing off of her body as she stepped out of it. Quickly grabbing dry towels the ladies-in-waiting, dried her off before dressing her in first her undergarments and then dressing her in a crimson red, fitted, bodice dress with a V-shaped neckline and full skirt which obscured her feet.
As one of her handmaidens pulled the bodice tight, Eleanor sharply inhaled. Trying to resist the constrictive power of the dress.
“Be careful not to choke on your breath, dear.” Her mother quipped.
“I’ll try,” Eleanor said adjusting to the tightness of her outfit.
The dress itself was embroidered with golden thread throughout the chest and skirt forming mesmerizing pattern across her body. Around her neck was a collar of white lace and around her wrists cuffs of the same fine white lace. Around her neck was placed a tight, silver necklace, studded with diamonds and rubies that sparkled brilliantly in the morning sunlight.
In her ears, were placed a pair of silver ruby earrings, and on her right ring finger a small, steel signet ring engraved with the sigil of the Épéisteian dynasty, the symbol of her father.
Eleanor lovingly, twisted the ring on her finger, for a moment being overcome by nostalgia.
“Now I’d like you to write the letter by yourself, your Majesty.” Her mother said putting down the letters she took from her desk.
“Couldn’t I just say what I want and have you or Countess LeBlanc write it down for me?”
Eleanor said, slouching slightly forward as she looked into her vanity mirror as her ladies-in-waiting tended to her long wavy blonde hair which flowed down to the centre of her back.
“Sloth does not suit a lady of your stature…” Her mother walked over to her placing her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “And always remember good posture.” She said pushing her thumbs into her back making Eleanor sit up straight as she stared back at herself in the mirror. Watching her own emerald eyes wince as her mother touched her back.
“Please mother, I am not a child anymore,” Eleanor complained, slightly annoyed.
“You will always be a child to me dear.” Her mother said with a warm yet somewhat snarky smirk. She leaned in close to Eleanor’s ear and whispered. “Now be a good girl Eléa, and get that first letter done. We’ll have the scribes copy them all so you can be spared the time and effort. Good?”
Eleanor gave a subtle nod.
“Good,” Rina said standing up straight. “Now come ladies, I have some tasks for you all.” She chirped, as she left the room, with Eleanor’s handmaidens in tow.
Letting out a deep sigh once again, Eleanor walked over to her writing desk and moved all her mail to the side, placing a piece of fresh parchment paper in front of herself. Taking her quill from its holder she quickly dipped it in ink and began to write.
Ten years after “The Lady’s Dismay”
The Whitestone Keep
Damecité
Eleanor woke up to the gentle sunlight on her face. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed, stretching her arms and back as she turned to the back bedposts which held up the canopy of her bed and pulled a rope connected to a bell to let her courtiers know that she was awake.
As soon as the signal was given, the Lady of the Bedchamber, accompanied by her mother and ladies-in-waiting, swiftly entered her chambers. Upon entering, they all curtsied before Eleanor. After curtsying and saying their “Hellos”, her mother stepped forward and stood beside her daughter, facing the rest of the women.
“Countess LeBlanc,” She said looking to one of the ladies-in-waiting, “Have Her Majesty’s bath drawn.”
The woman gave a nod alongside another curtsy and walked out of the room. Turning to the rest of the women the Queen Mother looked her daughter up and down and gestured to her snapping her fingers.
“Undress her,” She commanded, and the women went to work quickly disrobing the queen from her sleeping garments.
The Countess, Belsante LeBlanc quickly returned to the Queen’s chambers with maidservants in tow, carrying a full washtub, alongside other bathing instruments. After setting the tub on the floor, the maidservants curtsied to the naked Eleanor and quickly exited the room.
Looking at her mother, Eleanor gently walked over to the tub and with as much grace as she could gather for so early in the morning, lowered herself into the tub. Feeling the warm water against her body sent shivers up and down her spine as she held her breath and submerged herself fully under the water. Quickly, pulling her head out of the water, Eleanor resurfaced gasping for air as she resettled above water, pushing the golden strands of her hair away from her face.
“What is on our agenda today, mother?” Eleanor asked as the ladies in waiting approached the tub to begin washing her.
“Well, your Majesty, first we will be composing the invitations to your coronation.” Rina, her pale face still as youthful as the day her daughter was born shined a radiant light as she walked over to her desk and began thumbing through her letters.
“Anything less tedious?” Eleanor said with a hidden smile.
“Well…” Her mother said turning around, still holding Eleanor’s letters. “If you consider hearing the petitions of commoners, less tedious I’ll be sure to let the Lord Constable know you’re ready to begin performing you’re royal duties.”
Leaning forward, Eleanor sighed deeply as Belsante began the process of washing her back.
“Fine, fair point. Who are the invitations being sent to?”
“Nobility, clergy, neighbouring rulers, really anyone who may have some business with the Kingdom.” Her mother said distracted as she read through one of the letters, absentmindedly beginning to list through all the possible guests
Finished with her bath, Eleanor rose from the tub, water flowing off of her body as she stepped out of it. Quickly grabbing dry towels the ladies-in-waiting, dried her off before dressing her in first her undergarments and then dressing her in a crimson red, fitted, bodice dress with a V-shaped neckline and full skirt which obscured her feet.
As one of her handmaidens pulled the bodice tight, Eleanor sharply inhaled. Trying to resist the constrictive power of the dress.
“Be careful not to choke on your breath, dear.” Her mother quipped.
“I’ll try,” Eleanor said adjusting to the tightness of her outfit.
The dress itself was embroidered with golden thread throughout the chest and skirt forming mesmerizing pattern across her body. Around her neck was a collar of white lace and around her wrists cuffs of the same fine white lace. Around her neck was placed a tight, silver necklace, studded with diamonds and rubies that sparkled brilliantly in the morning sunlight.
In her ears, were placed a pair of silver ruby earrings, and on her right ring finger a small, steel signet ring engraved with the sigil of the Épéisteian dynasty, the symbol of her father.
Eleanor lovingly, twisted the ring on her finger, for a moment being overcome by nostalgia.
“Now I’d like you to write the letter by yourself, your Majesty.” Her mother said putting down the letters she took from her desk.
“Couldn’t I just say what I want and have you or Countess LeBlanc write it down for me?”
Eleanor said, slouching slightly forward as she looked into her vanity mirror as her ladies-in-waiting tended to her long wavy blonde hair which flowed down to the centre of her back.
“Sloth does not suit a lady of your stature…” Her mother walked over to her placing her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “And always remember good posture.” She said pushing her thumbs into her back making Eleanor sit up straight as she stared back at herself in the mirror. Watching her own emerald eyes wince as her mother touched her back.
“Please mother, I am not a child anymore,” Eleanor complained, slightly annoyed.
“You will always be a child to me dear.” Her mother said with a warm yet somewhat snarky smirk. She leaned in close to Eleanor’s ear and whispered. “Now be a good girl Eléa, and get that first letter done. We’ll have the scribes copy them all so you can be spared the time and effort. Good?”
Eleanor gave a subtle nod.
“Good,” Rina said standing up straight. “Now come ladies, I have some tasks for you all.” She chirped, as she left the room, with Eleanor’s handmaidens in tow.
Letting out a deep sigh once again, Eleanor walked over to her writing desk and moved all her mail to the side, placing a piece of fresh parchment paper in front of herself. Taking her quill from its holder she quickly dipped it in ink and began to write.
“To who it may concern you are hereby invited to the Coronation ceremony of Her Majesty, Queen Eleanor I of Deuxraces.
The ceremony will take place on the sixth day of Harvestrise, at the Grand Cathedral of “The Blessed Lady Gloria” in the city of Damecité
The following celebration festivities will be conducted in the Whitestone Keep, throughout the week following the coronation.”
The ceremony will take place on the sixth day of Harvestrise, at the Grand Cathedral of “The Blessed Lady Gloria” in the city of Damecité
The following celebration festivities will be conducted in the Whitestone Keep, throughout the week following the coronation.”