Inouv 41, 228: Not So Veiled Promises

Not So Veiled Promises
Summary: The Queen arranges for Bella to meet her, and lets her know in no uncertain terms what Bella will and will not be doing.
OOC Date: 30/12/2013 (OOC)
Related: I am Not Here
Players:
Laetitia Roslin Bella 
Kings Study
The room is nicely appointed but austere. Floor to ceiling bookcases dominate the walls, the many-colored spines presenting a varied but demure mosaic within the walnut frames of the shelves. On one wall, a large stone hearth presents itself, the fire always tended to drive off the chill of interior castle rooms. Above the fireplace one may view a portrait of Callem Kilgour's children.
At one end the room is a heavy oak desk, always strewn with bits of writing in progress and stacked with books. Comfortable chairs are placed almost randomly around the room, each with its own table and lamp. In one corner is a rather long, comfortable couch, upholstered in azure fabric, with a blanket of llama wool thrown over the back and several comfortable pillows at one end. From the indentations in the couch, it is clear that someone naps here frequently.
Inouv 41, 228

The Queen awaits the contingent of guards that will bring her guest to the Kings Study, Lady Winifred in the office, along with Lae's own personal guards. Laetitia is at the desk, seated behind it, with Roslin, her daughter, sitting in a chair next to her, though the Princess is here to observe.
The Queen is dressed in her usual finery, dark olive, crown upon the head, jewelry. All that sort, the sort of thing one expects a Queen in. On the table is a pitcher of wine, along with goblets, the Queen holding one in her hand as she waits.

—-

After leaving the City Center, Bella had waved goodbye to all her friends there before being led along with the guards, confusion clearly stamped on her features. She isn't sure where or why she is going but she does know that she has to. Her makeshift boots of fur tied on with bits of rope leave small wet marks on the floor as she is led to the room she had been to the day before. The King?

Stepping inside, she looks towards the desk and notices.. Blue eyes widen. It was the same woman, the Queen! The one and same who had set the people on fire at the faire grounds! "You burned the people," she says solemnly. Her basket is over her arm but it's empty. "I'm Bella."

—-

Laetitia rises up from her seat, face angry, "It is your Royal Highness and you will show the PROPER respect. You will /curtsey/ to me, and remain in such a position until I have /told/ you that you may rise." Her voice is chilled, green graze ablaze, hands on the desk, "Or I will have my guards flog you where you stand right now, and send you to the cells for a few days while the other prisoners teach you how you ADDRESS Royalty, or any noble." Straightening up the Queen will gesture, "Go ahead. Where my Husband King has a weakness in such areas, you will find I do not." This is indeed the Queen that burned people, and she will stare down her nose at Bella, eyes narrowed, waiting.

—-

Watching as the Queen rises, Bella tips her head back and watches the anger take over the features of the pretty lady. "But I'm not a Royal Highness.." Confused, thinking the queen had just called her that. The curtsy part she understands, and dips into a very unpracticed curtsy, and stays there with her head down.

—-

"Oh my dear, if you are this daft then you are not fit to be husbands scribe." Sharply stated, the Queen drawing in a deep breath. A look to the others in the room, "It's almost cruel to do anything to her if she is truly this stupid." The Queen breathes out, looking down to Bella, "You will call ME YOUR HIGHNESS." She says with a growl, "You /idiot/ woman. And you will NEVER address my Husband again, NOR will you step in this castle again after this meeting with me, do you understand? Or you will find that you will join that stage where those others burned for treason against the crown. If you are ever graced again, even for a moment, by anyone of noble blood, and especially royal blood, there will be no …Mister Callems." Yes, the guards who were in the room told her everything, and the King is next on her list of people to speak with, "But Lords, Ladies, Your Majesties, King, Queen, Your Highness. Do you understand that, or do I need to elucidate you with much smaller, tinier words so that it may sink into that skull of yours."

—-

Bella flinches at the tone, the anger almost palpable in the room. "Titles," she breathes out the word. "I.. don't.. r'member what they all mean." Then adds immediately after. "Your Highness." Her voice is quiet, cowed for the most part. "I can't come here? But I gotta write his story he asked me to and I showed him the book I'll write it in." Though after a few moments, she offers a nod and goes back to what she knows. She nods solemnly. "Yes, Your Highness. I won't come back. Ever."

—-

You are not going to write his book, either. Because I have eyes and ears everywhere. And if you so much as do more than curtsey deeply to him if you see him again outside -these- walls and call him Your Highness?" A gesture around, "Meaning this castle. In case you were thinking I only meant this itty bitty space." She's definitely patronizing the girl now, poor thing, "I will ensure that your life is incredibly miserable, if not …sorrowfully short." A pause, the Queen sighing, realizing she needs to stop with the veiled threats, "I will have you tossed into the cells and you will die there, or you will die elsewhere. Do you understand that? You will not come near this castle. You will not address my Husband King as ANYTHING but your highness, ever again, and if you ever …touch him again …with your dancing, then you will be killed by my own hand and I will ensure that it is slow and painful for you, if you are not killed before then."
She has to speak plainly, it would seem, "And if you speak of this meeting with anyone. I will kill you." A glance to Winifred, "Am …am I clear enough, dear Lady Winifred, do you think?" The Elderly woman will not her head slowly, "Indeed, your Majesty. You have been very clear, likely enough for this commoner to understand." Seems Winifred is not pleased with Bella either, and the Queen will look to the guards, "It is so hard sometimes speaking to the lesser of the commoners. Who do not know their place. How you survived this long my dear ….I do not know. But you will not survive much longer." The last words for Bella.

—-

Bella still remains in her curtsy, as ordered, and even as the queen speaks, she continues to hold it. Her legs get a little shaky, especially at the not so veiled threats, and she can only reply in the affirmative. "Yes, Your Highness." And as further orders are given, she is so afraid of saying or doing anything wrong, she repeats the same, "Yes, Your Highness." Even when Winifred is addressed, and replies, Bella bobs her head only slightly, keeping her eyes down cast. "Y.. yes, Your h… highness." Her words a little more choked at the end. She understands, and she has agreed.

—-

Bella is lucky she hasn't raised up from that curtsey, no, indeed, as the Queen will step out from behind the desk to do a slow walk around the room. Keeping her gaze upon Bella, disdain clear in her gaze.

"Now, little book keeper. I want you to repeat back to me what I've told you. What /you/ understand me as having said to you just now. I want to ensure you really understand." The Queen will come to stand in front of Bella now, soft olive skirts of her dress rustling as she does so, "Speak now."

—-

"I can't come to the castle, I can't talk to Your Highness, I can't write his book, I can't tell no one 'bout this meetin', an' I can't ever say somethin' to people who have titles without usin' a title. An' I'm not gonna survive much longer." Bella inputs in monotone, her head still dipped down, holding the curtsy, but her leg gets tired and the fur is wet and she slips and catches herself which makes her lose the curtsy, but she hurriedly adopts it once again.

—-

"Oh, dear. You /do/ have something in that expanse between your ears. Good. Now, you may rise, and then you may curtsey again to me because you are going to be leaving, alive, because I am allowing you to do so now. Do you understand? And you will say, with the utmost respect, thank you Your Highness, for sparing me this day, I am forever in your debt." A thin smile, "And then you will leave, with the guards who escorted you here, and tell people that while I thanked you for your potential service to my husband, we found someone much more qualified. And it was a pleasant, very lovely meeting, in which you felt truly blessed. Now get out. Before I deign to wreck the flesh of your cheeks with my own hands for you to bear a mark of shame upon you to wear in public." Of course, not before the curtsey and the words.

—-

Bella rises and does not lift her chin to meet the eyes of the Queen. All she can do is wish she were anywhere but here, somewhere safely away. She dips down into a curtsy once again. "Thank you, Your Highness for sparin' me this day. I am forever in your debt." She commits all the rest to her memory to tell the others since they will ask why she was summoned, and then she does as bid, she turns and leaves with the guards, her empty basket over her arm and her head bowed.

—-

The Queen will watch as the guards escort the woman out and Laetitia will turn, flicking a hand at Winifred, "Lady Winifred, go enjoy your day, I wish to speak with my daughter." And only until the room has cleared out, guards waved to stand outside as well, will the Queen turn to Roslin, taking a seat back behind the desk.

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