Queen Ananya (queen_ananya) wrote in into_the_woods, @ 2013-07-17 22:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | king thrushbeard, king thrushbeard - queen |
End of the Day (tag: Charles)
Ananya closed the door with a sigh. It was not that she didn't appreciate the servants in the castle. She did, far more than most royals would be able to, or have the understanding to. She'd been one of them for a while, and she treated them with great respect. In return, they gave her loyalty, deference and affection. They wanted to take care of her. And she would be a poor employer if she denied them the opportunity to do their duties and be proud of their jobs. But once in a while, it was nice to be alone.
Turning away from the door, she made her way through the bedroom to the closet that was nearly as large. There were, on the far side, several gowns of heavy brocade and satin and velvet. But mostly, it was filled with bright and filmy fabrics, embroidered with fine threads and pretty beads, hung up in a gradient rainbow around the room. She could recall her mother having a few things like this, but most of her clothing was what her father had deemed appropriate. Ananya was so fortunate that she had a husband that encouraged her to honor her heritage, both of them.
And one so generous that he indulged her love of pretty things. Ananya no longer needed the most expensive or largest bauble to be impressed, but lovely things still held a special place in her heart. When she'd lived in a hut with her husband, before she knew he was a prince, she still managed to collect things that caught her eye. Mostly pretty rocks or bright little blossoms she found on the side of the road, but still, they brightened things up. There was something uplifting about seeing something beautiful.
Which was why she always tried to look her best. And that included the clothing and jewelry she wore. It wasn't only because she wanted to be admired for the way she looked, but because she knew that she was a symbol and the way she looked was important for others beyond herself. Though she couldn't deny she really liked the shine in her husband's eyes when he saw her. That, too, was motivation for the contents of this closet.
With tired limbs, Ananya began unwinding the sheer silk that wrapped around her waist and torso. There was another veil of the fabric over her hair. When she'd divested herself of that, she was left in a fitted blouse and full skirt, but those she retained as she began removing all of the various bits of jewelry that she'd worn for the day. Rubbing her earlobes, she decided something lighter tomorrow would be in order. Finally, the top and skirt were removed and hung, as the other clothing had been, leaving her wearing nothing more than a light chemise.
She kicked off the slippers that had matched her outfit that day without bothering to put them in the row with all the others. Her toes curled into the plush carpeting and then she stretched them out again before padding back into the bedroom. Though she loved her life, and loved being able to help others because of her position, there were times that she wished the day had ended a few hours earlier. This had been one of them. Ananya climbed up onto the bed, flopped down into the soft mattress on her back and closed her eyes. She would just lie here a few minutes and rest her eyes. Because surely her husband would be here shortly, and they could talk. Just... a few... minutes...