#rosalindmurray

[lavieenton]

|| closed starter || @rosalindmurray || Rosalind

|| LOCATION || The Palace; lunch hall

"Please ensure the bread is warm, as well as the tea," Genevieve requested of one of the staffers, eyeing the spread with a meticulous eye. She was accustomed to helping her mother prepare for feasts and company, but those were people she hardly cared for. This was entirely different. For once, this was someone she wanted to enjoy their time here. Lady Rosalind embodied an energy she wanted to keep at her side. A princess's friend did not always mesh well with royalty, but that did not apply to Rosalind.

Smoothing out her dress, she straightened and approached the palace entrance with a guard at her side, standing tall. Her hands were folded politely before her, and she lifted her chin with a pride only nobility held. At the sight of Rosalind, though, Genevieve's entire face gave way to a friendly softness, gently encouraging the staff to tend to her.

"Lady Rosalind, welcome. I've just had the staff prepare a lunch spread for us, should you be peckish at all," she explained, voice smooth and sweet.

[lavieenton]

|| closed starter || @rosalindmurray || Rosalind

|| LOCATION || The Das Residence; drawing room

Riya was used to people. Meeting new people, seeing new people. It was the best things about traveling. What she wasn’t used to was meeting new people and inviting them to somewhere as vulnerable as the home her family resided. Travel lodgings were impersonal. There was no way to know how early her mother rose or what foods her brother broke his fast with.

But this? Inviting someone over for books and tea? It was unheard of for her. She did not allow herself the privilege of such an interpersonal experience. She’d had Aera over earlier in the week, and now she was expecting Rosalind Murray today. What was she meant to do but anxiously dictate how pristine everything should be? How the drawing room should have syrupy morsels and refreshing dill sandwiches, a model mix of home and Mayfair without crossing too much into either territory. She wanted balance, calm.

Riya insisted to the staff that she would be the one to greet Lady Rosalind and escort her to the drawing room, finding it brought distance to be escorted into someone else’s home.

So, when she opened the door, she grinned at the sight of her new friend. “Lady Rosalind, welcome. Follow me to the drawing room, I’ve had us set up there for this afternoon.”

[lavieenton]

|| closed starter || @rosalindmurray || Rosalind

|| LOCATION || The Barnett Gemstone Ball

Twirling a finger around a loose curl, Genevieve absorbed the ballroom's lively energy. It was alight with glee and excitement. People from all walks of life were gathered in the heart of the Barnett house. Her own entrance hadn't been as grand, but she was grateful for that this time. It meant she would be able to find Edgar and the new people she'd met much sooner, as opposed to standing watch at the front of the elaborately large room.

Her eyes flitted across the room, perking up when she spotted the fluttering of a soft blue. The gown draped beautifully and when she saw the person it belonged to, Genevieve was on her way towards her. "Lady Rosalind," she greeted, voice soft. "If I had not met you earlier, I would have thought another princess snuck her way into London."

She admired Rosalind's elegance and grace, finding it calmed her nerves. And the dress she wore, accompanied with the jewels around her neck, she was the epitome of perfection.