Post by Grace de Beaumont on Dec 21, 2009 17:19:33 GMT
Grace closed the door quietly behind her, swung the empty basket under her arm and walked down the hall. The delivery of herbs to the palace physician's quarters was almost through, and Grace couldn't decide if she was glad or not. On the one hand, it had been a joy to be among noble quarters again -- the rich tapestries, the tile and marble walls, the sumptuous furnishings, the beautiful clothes even of the liveried servants.
But it was also bittersweet, reminding Grace of all she had lost, of the world she had left behind. She had run and played and grown up in halls like these, never a care for the world or any idea that it would all be stripped from her one day. Shuffling her feet, Grace took her time as she wandered the halls of the castle, eyes searching all they saw, lost in memory.
Then Grace frowned and stopped in the middle of a corridor. Which direction was the way out?
But it was also bittersweet, reminding Grace of all she had lost, of the world she had left behind. She had run and played and grown up in halls like these, never a care for the world or any idea that it would all be stripped from her one day. Shuffling her feet, Grace took her time as she wandered the halls of the castle, eyes searching all they saw, lost in memory.
Then Grace frowned and stopped in the middle of a corridor. Which direction was the way out?
