#thread; magda

Magda, although not one to care much about appearances, knew she had to be on both her best behaviour and dress accordingly for the wedding. She knew her knees were going to be sore from so much kneeling and courtsying before any royal she came across, as it happened once she found herself face to face with the Ethiopian Queen. “ Your Majesty, it’s good to see you’re joining us for the wedding. “

Magda watched the crown prince for a moment, never quite sure what  Kazimierz had in mind. She did know he cared for Raine, and that was enough for her to respect him; having spent enough time amongst the siblings, she felt comfortable enough to approach him and talk to him, though never forgetting that his station was above hers - she was but a mere farm girl turned personal guard. “ Your highness, “ she greeted him as she approached, though with him she didn’t bother with a courtsy. “ any thoughts on the wedding, a future memorable celebration or as dull as the summit thus far? “

There was only one reason Magda had bothered coming to the summit: ensure Raine didn’t do anything too rash, or stupid, and get herself new enemies; or worse, killed. And if the latter came to pass Magda would never be able to live with that guilt. The princess was the daughter she never had, and always treated her as such. Which was why she was so exhasperated when she couldn’t find her that morning. She had checked everywhere in the palace’s grounds except... Of course, the training grounds. Where else would Raine be hiding at? It didn’t take her long to find the princess there. “ Had your fun stabbing the straw men? “