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  1. The moment the missive reaches Haense, one young handmaiden audibly gasps and takes off from her post to search for two specific dear friends. Her second-hand excitement is mostly incoherent, but when she reaches her fellow palace staff she can be heard blubbering, "Look look look!" @RingAroundRosey @Koodini
  2. Within the palace, Deia looked over the Queen's shoulder at her invitation, concern evident in the devastated look it wrought. "Your majesty.." she offers at first, seeking to soothe her distress, only for the words on the page to register. "I'm in a what?" she asks the open air. It takes her some time to startle out of it with a shake of her head. "Your majesty, perhaps you might attach the Lord Marshal's report.."
  3. As the handmaiden Deia delivers the news, her voice terribly hushed, she bows her head down to not see how the Queen's expression grows distraught. She cannot bear it, no more than she can bear the news herself. It is a scandal beyond reckoning, made worse by their presence in court. The Princess Nataliya had always been an oddly fitting piece in the palace to the servantry, and especially to her mother-in-law's handmaidens. No matter how polite she was, never to raise a cruel hand, they could not help but be intimidated when comparing her nature to that of the Queen of the People. The efforts of a single lantern are barely noticeable when placed beneath the blazing sun. In truth, many of them avoided her, in trepidation for the eventual succession. But at the scandal, such frigidity started to melt. For their Princess caution became sympathy- "Did you hear?" "Her poor Highness.." - and it was the bastard prince and his mother that were carefully avoided. Little trinkets offered- cheap but meaningful to whatever culture the maid had come from, gentle compliments while braiding her hair; they could not have announced their support more obviously without forming a protective circle around Nataliya like clucking hens. As for the Crown Prince, well- if they neglected to let the mouser into his study as often as they should, no one would know but the rats.
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    You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Deia clutches at the very edge of her shawl, eyeing the tent with her mouth in a taut line. About as trusting as a kicked dog, she nearly rears back when she spots the hag in the shadows. Carefully straightening her spine, she speaks up- voice deceptively light. "I'm a traveler." There's something airy in the way she's said it, as though she's said it a hundred times before. "Me and my sister, travelling for the change in seasons. I'm sure you get a lot of those during the spring thaw." Sure enough, everything about her posture points to her being poised to dart off again, if it's a choice between that and sharing too much.
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