closed starter for @solisoccasvm location: princess elizabeth’s chambers
the aching of skilled feet was a sensation which signified the drawing of a most joyous evening to a close, though they may not yet rest until those of more importance had turned in for the night. only once royal jewels were secured, sumptuous fabrics exchanged for the comfort of a mere shift and regal locks of hair cared for and braided could anne seek to retire her own person for the night. on many occasions her role has required her to sleep upon the floor of the queen’s chambers, allowing her service to be called for at any given moment and also in a bid to secure her majesty, but not on this one. no. anne, much to her own surprise, had a room of her own. usually such luxury would be cause for celebration and yet she could not shake the feeling that it was to be a test of sorts; wondering if the queen was suspicious of her lady and sought to tempt her into misusing the chamber. even so, it was not her own room that anne sought as she left the queen’s presence that night, nor was it that of any gentleman who might thing themselves so fortunate.
passing the servants as they made their exit, a warm smile graced the de la pole lips as she looked to the princess elizabeth through the candle lit darkness upon entering her chambers. though anne adored life at court - aided greatly by the fact that she was very good at making her way to the centre of it - there were moments when even she sought respite from it all and there was no greater presence in which it might be found than that of her dearest friend; elizabeth. “ did your highness enjoy this evening? perhaps we shall present you in such a manner one day, though i expect many more roses to adorn the room. also diamonds to fall from the ceiling! ”
