The Queen had never been able to say no to her god child, which was why Avril had convinced Ella to ask and not done so herself. The Queen might have tried to persuade, or come up with an alternative, but she was most likely to agree.
Her talking to her father was just that little push.
The Queen certainly didn’t look so concerned when her god-daughter called her Aunt Cass, like she’d forgotten, for the moment, all of her concerns.
“Thank you for coming, my darling,” the Queen said, accepting the kiss with grace and giving her a smile. “Tea in 3 days.”
Tea was always a quiet thing, just the two of them, sometimes Avril too, in the Queen’s personal garden. It was away from everyone else, only an occasional servant around.
Avril beamed at her friend, though was sure to keep her back to her mother so no hint of their plan should be heard of.
The ball was over, and soon all the guests were gone, leaving the hall still apart from the servants to clean.
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Early in the morning, horse saddled and all the needed equipment passed around, the hunting party set off. It was always an enjoyed affair, children laughing and watching as Edward led the party through the kingdom’s streets and into the forest beyond. They were always gone many hours and would always drink largely after, either in a toast to their luck, or commiseration to their misfortune. It was a time when the market would already be open and much of the kingdom would be awake, making their daily bread.
No one noticed the younger Prince leave the palace in the commotion, and he was not dressed anywhere like he should be. He wore the garb of a palace guard, and was in the company of another guard. They marched from the palace and to the barracks.
Avril was dressed by her maid servant, eager to be out of the outfit and gone, but showing an elegant patience as she allowed herself to be laced into the corset, all the layers applied which would go beneath her clothing, before finally being allowed to place on the dress.
Her mother and father were awaiting her, where they had breakfast. Stephen had not answered his door when she knocked and his door was locked. She hadn’t seen him the previous night either, which made her apprehensive. He must be in there, but wanting to be alone.
It took some time for Avril to be allowed to leave. A coach and retinue took time, and eventually Avril persuaded the Queen, with her father’s help, that the less fuss made was the best. If people knew the Princess was in a house, there was more danger. 2 guards, a plain sort of coach and Avril dressed as she was (elegant but not overly royal) would make it more likely that a lady and not a Princess had called.
“If the guards dress as footmen, all the better,” she tried to convince her, but her mother insisted on the uniforms, so her father reached the compromise that they ride within the carriage and discreetly entered.
Finally, the journey began, with 2 experienced members of the guard within the carriage as it rode Ella’s home. Avril wanted to peek out, but her crown would give her away and then all her gentle prodding would have been wasted.
On arrival, the footman knocked upon the door before opening the door. The guards insisted Avril remained seated until their hostess opened the door, where she could enter quickly, along with them.