Her stilettos against the marble was enough to keep her awake and kicking as she headed toward the youngest Henstridge’s room, perhaps it was the ungodly hour she had tucked herself away at early this morning or Adriana who had grown too fond of the word no that had her on her second cup of coffee. It was well past noon and they had a calendar to finalize, to say that she had been a bit swamped lately was a painful understatement and yet this task still took priority over others, it was crucial to the image of the family as a whole -- as a unit. This was her job, ensuring that the Crown represented what it needed to represent and she was focused on her task at hand, the young Princess. She hadn’t wanted to be this person, the person who pushed for the outcome that was desired, regardless of the morality behind it. Painting a picture -- telling a story, redemption and protection was what drove her to her career choice. The challenge of not only having people see something, but to have them believe in it.Â
This predicament however made her feel uneasy, it was one thing when her client requested for a new beginning -- for a different image, for the spotlight to become far less harsh, but it was another matter to cover something up for the whole, rather than the individual. Adeline Henstridge would not be collateral damage, that was one thing she promised herself when she was given her task. She couldn’t fathom why it was a secret, it made her human and if anyone had taken a second to see the whole, her flaws contributed to the person she was. Valeria didn’t doubt the woman’s ability to weave through this disaster with a strong head on her shoulders, but she was weary of the implications. A brief nod at the guard as she was allowed into her rooms, “your highness, tell me that you’re up--” calling out as she strode into the main area of her rooms, “we have much to do and I need you to be somewhat coherent--”
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