A Majesty's Fancy

[C H E Y E N N E]

Mary's smile thinned, but it didn't vanish. "At Court, I fear you will find that things are played differently from what you have been taught here. But that is a conversation I will save for another time."

[Rogue of Night]

Jane's unease grew, while Catherine nodded.
"Alright then," the eldest responded. "Then there is much to learn, and we only have a couple days to do so. We need to begin immediately."

[C H E Y E N N E]

"Pack your stuff first," Mary replied curtly. "Then we shall see." She then turned around and swept out of the room, her dark gown shimmering lightly behind her.

[Rogue of Night]

For the first time that day, Catherine was irritated. And she let it show, much to the dismay of many who, if seeing her do so, would scold her to no end. She shook her head then before letting out a long sigh, starting from the room. "Come along, Jane. We have to pack."
Jane hesitated a moment after Catherine had left the room completely, and with a slight gulp, hurried after her sister to do so.

It had taken Catherine two hours to gather everything she would need, while Jane managed a good three and a half. The younger had started shaking out of nervousness halfway through, which had demanded a form of calming before she could continue. Now, they sat together in a sitting room somewhere on the upper floor of the manor, Catherine sipping tea patiently - the only thing she DID have patience for - while Jane simply stared out the window.

[C H E Y E N N E]

"Miss?" One of the servants who had been delicately packing a dress away asked quietly. "Will you be taking the new dresses, as well? The ones your father had commissioned for you?"
In total, there were four servants in the room - two females and two males.

[Rogue of Night]

Catherine glanced over, nodding. "I am sure this was the purpose for those dresses, so yes."
Jane looked over to the others. "They're done already?"

[C H E Y E N N E]

"Yes, miss," replied the servant girl, before glancing sharply at one of the others.
One of the manservants looked like he was struggling not to laugh. He had a youthful face, and was maybe around fifteen years - only here because he could be trusted - with blonde hair and green eyes, very skittish, and extremely easy to read. The other was older, in his early twenties, with longer hair that seemed to hover between red and brown, settling instead at a brilliant copper.
The female who had spoken, maybe in her early thirties, with crease lines on her brow, looked at her companion - the girl, Brigid, from earlier.

[Rogue of Night]

"Thank-you," Jane put in when Catherine clearly was not going to do so.
Catherine merely sighed, sipping her tea.

[C H E Y E N N E]

The young boy giggled again, slapping his hand over his mouth.
"Thomas," the older maid hissed under her breath. "This is not the time for your practical jokes."
"But it isn't mine, Grace!" The boy protested.
"I'll take him outside," the copper-haired man interjected, lightly reaching out to grab the young's boys wrist gently before guiding him out the door.

[Rogue of Night]

Jane tilted her head with curiosity, wanting to know what this joke was.
"Jane, stop gawking," Catherine insisted. "It's not very lady like."
Jane immediately turned in her seat, taking up her tea to sip.

[C H E Y E N N E]

"Is there anything else you require?" Brigid asked quietly, her eyes having followed the young boy out with confusion as well.

[Rogue of Night]

"I don't believe so," Catherine responded. "Go on about your duties, Brigid."

[C H E Y E N N E]

Brigid nodded and promptly vanished from the room.

Down below, a dark carriage sat waiting, the tethered horses whinnying with impatience and irritation as they stomped their feet, eager to get away, to go where they were directed. Their driver, with a look of irritation, pulled back on the reigns.
"Sir, are you ready?"
Richard Moore stood at the entrance to the mansion, staring at one of the manservants - one with long coppery hair and amusement glimmering in his eyes.
"What are you looking at, boy?"
"Nothing, uncle - I merely wanted to wish you a safe trip. There have been many attacks on the road as of late. The subjects are getting quite... unruly."

[Rogue of Night]

"Janey, dearest, perhaps you should pick up your canvas again. It's been a long time since you last practiced your embroidery."
Jane set her teacup down, sighing as she stood. Though she didn't do as her sister asked; instead, she went for the window and stared down at the front drive, sighing when she took notice of the carriage. "Father's leaving."
Catherine sighed. "Did you really think he would be staying with us any longer?"
Jane shook her head. "I just thought he would've maybe...liked to?"
"You're so naive, sister."

[C H E Y E N N E]

ooc;; I updated Robert and Mary's bio.

bic;; "Care to explain your attire?" Richard asked his nephew sourly, eyeing the youth with disdain. Robert Bullen just blinked, looking down with a faint shrug. If the man had been his own son, Richard would have disciplined him for the faint misconduct, but since he wasn't, he had to sit still.
Robert Edward Bullen was the same age as Mary Bullen, for indeed the two were born on the very same day, to the very same father - Edward James Bullen. But that was where the familial ties died. For while Mary was the daughter of Richard's own sister, Eleanor, Robert had been the child of Patience Wolsey, the daughter of Richard's former rival and a woman whose name certainly did not reflect her legendary temper. Indeed, Richard wasn't even related to the boy, and because Eleanor was too flighty to care that her husband had cheated on her (which wasn't a rare thing in Court), she had included her husband's bastard child in her little circle, doting on him even more than her own daughter.