The rain had hid her tears well, but once she entered the palace she could no longer hide them. Warm tears intermingled with the cold, wet rain that had drenched her dress and caused her hair to fall from its upswept style. One of her ladies came running to her, towel in hand, but Nicolette's vampire strength was no match for the little mortal and she was knocked aside. "Where is my husband?" She choked out the question as she dripped onto the stone floor and looked about nervously. She was unsure of where to go or what to do anymore.
"He is in the east wing, Majesty. In his favorite reading room." The girl did not look so much frightened as shocked that her kind and pleasant mistress would actually knock her aside. Nicolette had a temper, but she rarely ever used it against her ladies. They were, after all, her only real confidants within the palace's walls. She usually was very kind to them. Usually.
Princess Nicolette hefted up her wet skirt and ran. Tears still ran down her cheeks as she headed for Claude's reading room. She tried to wipe them away, but instead only mixed them with water and wet her face even more. She was cold, shivering, as she opened the door to the room where her husband stood so calm and collected. "My mother and father," she muttered as she stepped inside and tried to form a single sentence. Her brain was so muddled that she couldn't finish. She didn't want to finish.
Nicolette's hands reached for her husband as she reached the window and cried. "And your father," she had always liked Claude's father. He had been kind to her, but she always assumed it was merely because she was Princess Nicolette as well as Claude's wife.