“Do give us pardon, my ladies and I were just coming from chapel.” Isibeal had her rosary beads in her hands as did her ladies of court. Morning prayers were something the young queen couldn’t miss. Needing the guidance now more than ever in the new place she’d hope for peace. Her smile warm at the person she’d bumped into. With the motion of her hand her ladies cleared to give them space to pass.
"no need to apologize, her majesty." tessa stops abruptly, retracing her steps as soon she recognizes the woman in front of her, blue eyes glancing at the beautiful rosary in her hands. even if she had been there only for a few days she luckily recognized the irish queen, she didn't want to get on someone's else nerves due to her bluntness, at least not again.
