#agnes:thread

[silverxvein]

@reclaimedynasty​

Agnes was blessed with a gift few others could boast. She saw everything. Not only did she see, but she could decipher the hidden clues that people thought others were too stupid to pick up on. She stood on the outskirts of the room, eyes fixed on a man and woman who were trying far too hard to seem unfamiliar. “They’re having an affair.” She spoke out loud, smirk twisting on her face as she turned to her companion. “I would bet my life on it. See how he accidentally brushes his hand against hers? How she blushes at the contact? They are not so subtle.” 

[silverxvein]

@reclaimedynasty​

Agnes Leduc has lived a lonely life. For as long as she could remember, she had kept to herself. It was all she knew. Since she had been a child, she had observed others from a distance, not allowing herself to feel fondness or friendship for anybody, because in doing so, it made things far too personal. 

It wasn’t like that with Odette. 

Despite her better judgement, Agnes was genuinely fond of the Princess of France. Nothing about the two was at all similar, not really, but perhaps that was why she found her tolerable in the first place. 

“I am glad to see you here,” to anybody else, the words would have been well-placed eyes - but she thought she meant them, now. “Have you enjoyed the festival? It has been quite enlightening, has it not?”

[silverxvein]

@delicateburden​

Agnes had little interest in Russia. It was a cold, far away place filled with people she knew nothing of, and cared nothing for. 

But this one, this was interesting. 

Agnes was accustomed to secrets. They were her trade, after all. They had been since she was a young girl. A part of the skills she’d cultivated over the years was not only uncovering them, but spotting where the potential for them lay. She didn’t know what it was. Not yet, anyway- but the fact it was there was enough.

Agnes took the seat beside her, plate in hand. The festival wasn’t something she had been revelling in, but it was at least useful for opening a conversation. “Rice cakes,” she pointed to the food, placing the plate between them and gesturing for the other woman to take one. “Have you ever heard of such a thing? I’ve had worse, though. Have you tried them?” 

[silverxvein]

@justburdened​

Agnes had never met the King of Spain, but she had heard of him. She had hated him. 

Sending spies to Spain was nothing personal. Not for her, anyway. She had people in foreign courts all over Europe. All right, she was paying closer attention to the news from Spain than elsewhere. She would have been a fool not to. There was too much enmity there. No, keeping tabs on Spain hadn’t been her mistake - but picking idiots for the job had. They had been caught, but what King  Héctor knew of her, of their employer and instructor, remained to be seen. If nothing else, it was the chance to dig under his skin, to do what her people could not. 

“I understand you were quite the soldier, Your Highness? What did you make of the fighting exhibitions?” Her words were neutral, honeyed even. It would not do to cut off conversation before she had begun to fully gain anything from speaking to the man.