|Rosalie Belvedere (beaute_endormie) wrote in bellumlogs,|
@ 2010-06-20 15:41:00
|Entry tags:||beauty, black forest witch, plot: tempus, plot: xi, sleeping beauty|
Who: Rosalie, Ella, and Jane!Vaughn
What: Fun times as ladies-in-waiting
Where: Alexander Palace
When: Day 2
Warnings: Will update as needed
It was entirely Rosalie's fault that she had been hauled off to the palace. Joanie had made clothing before they had gone to bed and in the morning, Rosalie had found herself with a long, very proper dress and several layers of skirts with which to walk around and search for help in. She had done her best to look presentable with what she had, picking all of the hay off her body, neatly retwisting her hair back up, and washing her face with snow. Rather thankful that she did not have a mirror, she headed into the village, hoping to find someone who spoke either English, French, or German.
It was the German that was the problem apparently. Barely two minutes after turning away disappointed from the first man she had tried, she found herself face to face with a broad-shouldered man in a uniform whose face seemed to be set in a permanent sort of scowl. He looked her over for a few moments, evaluating something before the scowl grew more pronounced and he grabbed her arm hard enough to bruise it. She pressed her lips tightly to keep from screaming as he pulled her along. They finally stopped, not at a jail as she had expected, but at the palace gates. He spoke to the guard in Russian, then as they were allowed in, said something in very broken French about the German bitch and shouldn't have been let out.
He shoved her off to another guard, who passed her along to a middle aged woman dressed all in black with a stern looking nose and lips that pressed tightly together in a displeased expression whenever she wasn't speaking. She gave Rosalie a very critical once-over that reminded her very powerfully of her grandmother and marched her through a set of rooms, pausing briefly to grab another set of skirts and a very restrictive looking dress that was more European than anything she'd seen so far. She left Rosalie in what looked like a dressing room with the clothes and a neat pair of black boots and very specific orders, delivered in heavily accented French, to stay here this time and make sure to look presentable for the Empress.
Thoroughly bewildered and still slightly shaken, Rosalie did her best to do as she had been told, changing into the clothes and trying not to touch anything. When she had finished, she sat neatly on the couch with her ankles crossed and tried to stay awake.