What Brings You Here? | Pascella & Myra.
With the whole of Winterhaven in a sort of buzz with all the new faces bobbing around, Pascella grew into ease that avoiding Deston would be a little easier, thus not having to stroll around in odd parts of the castle to keep away from the hateful King, not that she expected him to be in anyway joyous about seeing her, the feeling was mutual. The one thing Pascella didn't have however was time, she felt her life slipping away and knew full well that the King was probably off thinking up ways to get rid of her, thus keeping in his good books was something she wanted to do and that resulted in keeping away from him entirely. These events kept him at bay with all the new people around celebrating a joyous occasion and for once, Pascella didn't feel totally on edge.
Every night the hall boasted miraculous dancing and singing, where music would play and people would laugh and eat until they got fat. There were no room for sore feelings, thankfully. No one however was desperate to be in the company of the Queen of Winterhaven, she knew they all talked behind her back when she wasn't there and knew she was almost the second best Queen that her husband would have preferred but she did not care what most of these aristocratic fools thought of her, just that her nieces were happy. Andromaque she couldn't help noticing however, was in a joyous mood as she laughed merrily among the men she was sitting with. It made Pascella seethe to see her so happy, to see her with everything while she sat here where her sister and brother had left her all those years ago to rot, but rot she would not; she was a rose that fully intended to bloom, for she had her own motives up her sleeve.
Unable to stand the happiness of her siblings across the hall, Pascella slipped from the party and out into the lonely halls of Winterhaven where the music and laughter echoed and the shadows danced up the wall from simmering candles ready to quiver out. Immediately she felt colder, she was in a simple blue dress that offered no warmth for the cold winter snows that Winterhaven promised, alas she did not think such furs were neccessary at an event, inside the hall was so warm with all the people and the fires and now it was silence.
She strode down the hall however, finding the cool air was nice on her face. As she moved she heard horses hooves approaching, whoever would be out attending the horses at this hour? She thought. She found herself at the entrance of the Palace, just above the steps, seeing a woman climb down from a white horse, her dark hair flowing behind her and shimmering under the shade of the moonlight. Whatever was a young maiden doing out in the dead of night and not in the hall?
Pascella made herself known as she stepped out atop the steps. "You'll catch your death if you linger out here any longer." Pascella said immediately, looking down upon her; offering the strange woman a smile. "What brings you here?" And so late.