eh, probably not.
one, the models kind of resemble drowned rats to me, & two, they're just a little too dark for me.
at most, i would wear the first dress if the main dress what white & the lace/tooling was a dark grey.
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Much to Ellanor's disappointment, the man who questioned her earlier returned to her home that night, flanked by two other men. He looked apologetic as he said she would have to go to the palace with him, and equally shocked with her stepmother defended her, stating that Ellanor shouldn't be in any trouble with the king. The man, who now introduced himself as Gene assured Lady Winters that Ellanor was in no trouble, and even offered to allow Ellanor time to bathe and prepare for their trip to the castle.
Ellanor took the offer graciously and went upstairs to quickly wash herself from head to toe in perfume water, style her hair to something a bit more dressy, and then put on a still-simple but more expensive-materialed dress.
After she was dressed, Ellanor went back downstairs to greet Gene, who gently led her to a carriage, which in turn rode out to the palace. The woman wasn't very nervous as they rode out, having already sent a letter of warning to her superiors back home. Someone would come to save her soon enough, and the prince could harrass some other woman.
At the palace, Gene led Ellanor to his master's apartment rooms, sitting her in a chair before calling a maid to bring Ellanor tea. Then, as quickly as Gene and the maid arrived, they were gone, leaving Ellanor alone with her tea and two cups.
Stilling her slightly shaking hands, Ellanor made herself the epitome of calm and contentment, pouring herself some tea, then putting in the sugar. She wasn't going to let the prideful Marken dwindle her confidence. He hadn't sent royal guards after her or marked her as a traitor, so apparently, he had something in mind other than killing or torturing her.
Ellanor took the offer graciously and went upstairs to quickly wash herself from head to toe in perfume water, style her hair to something a bit more dressy, and then put on a still-simple but more expensive-materialed dress.
After she was dressed, Ellanor went back downstairs to greet Gene, who gently led her to a carriage, which in turn rode out to the palace. The woman wasn't very nervous as they rode out, having already sent a letter of warning to her superiors back home. Someone would come to save her soon enough, and the prince could harrass some other woman.
At the palace, Gene led Ellanor to his master's apartment rooms, sitting her in a chair before calling a maid to bring Ellanor tea. Then, as quickly as Gene and the maid arrived, they were gone, leaving Ellanor alone with her tea and two cups.
Stilling her slightly shaking hands, Ellanor made herself the epitome of calm and contentment, pouring herself some tea, then putting in the sugar. She wasn't going to let the prideful Marken dwindle her confidence. He hadn't sent royal guards after her or marked her as a traitor, so apparently, he had something in mind other than killing or torturing her.
ngggggh.
x_x
x_x
ahh, sorry to hear that.
it's just part of my writing now, really.
i have to correct many of the papers i write now.
haha.~
it's just part of my writing now, really.
i have to correct many of the papers i write now.
haha.~
For the next two days, Ellanor was nervous about someone finding her, but without her jeweled dress and manicured appearance, she was pretty sure that she wouldn't attract attention. It wasn't that she was ugly, but Ellanor was a different kind of woman in a normal dress and a simple bun. At first glance, she was completely overlookable, but according to men that attempted to court her, she had birthing hips, a heart-shaped face, and the most beautiful eyes one could stare into. Ellanor supposed that meant she was pretty, but she really didn't know for certain, nor did she care enough to research what people found attractive.
In an attempt to stay inside the city, Ellanor forced herself to return to her stepmother's home, where she was greeted by the old woman and her rude, old maid daughters. She tried her best not to make fun of the irritating twits for their complete lack in appeal, but instead avoided them as often as possible, helping the maid with household chores. The sisters still called her Cindrella and attempted to keep their heads held high, but now that Cinderella was old enough to know she completely out-shined their likes, they tended to avoid her as well.
Then, a fateful day came when a large man came to the Winters Estate, eyeing Ellanor from across the garden before he took off his hat and requested to come in. Ellanor's thigh stung where her dagger was underneath but she gave the man a warm smile and welcomed him inside, her cheek lightly smudged with mud.
He was kind as he asked her if she'd lost a slipper and pulled it from his bag, but Ellanor quickly told him that she would never own something that beautiful, offering him an audience with her step-sisters instead. He only took a glance at the women ungracefully spying from the house before shaking his head and leaving Ellanor to her work. With a small curtsy, she sent him on his way, supposing she should keep her dagger on her at all times from now on.
..._..._...
"Her name is Ellanor Winters, and she is the heiress to the Winters Estate," the hired helped announced to Marken as he entered his study alone. He put the pretty shoe Marken had given him onto the desk, hoping his search was over. If he hadn't seen the target outside of her home and actually stared at her, he'd have never found her. Just who was Marken trying to find?
"She refused the slipper," the man continued, "and was completely covered in filth from the garden, but otherwise, she fit your description perfectly and her feet looked small enough to fit the shoe you gave me."
In an attempt to stay inside the city, Ellanor forced herself to return to her stepmother's home, where she was greeted by the old woman and her rude, old maid daughters. She tried her best not to make fun of the irritating twits for their complete lack in appeal, but instead avoided them as often as possible, helping the maid with household chores. The sisters still called her Cindrella and attempted to keep their heads held high, but now that Cinderella was old enough to know she completely out-shined their likes, they tended to avoid her as well.
Then, a fateful day came when a large man came to the Winters Estate, eyeing Ellanor from across the garden before he took off his hat and requested to come in. Ellanor's thigh stung where her dagger was underneath but she gave the man a warm smile and welcomed him inside, her cheek lightly smudged with mud.
He was kind as he asked her if she'd lost a slipper and pulled it from his bag, but Ellanor quickly told him that she would never own something that beautiful, offering him an audience with her step-sisters instead. He only took a glance at the women ungracefully spying from the house before shaking his head and leaving Ellanor to her work. With a small curtsy, she sent him on his way, supposing she should keep her dagger on her at all times from now on.
..._..._...
"Her name is Ellanor Winters, and she is the heiress to the Winters Estate," the hired helped announced to Marken as he entered his study alone. He put the pretty shoe Marken had given him onto the desk, hoping his search was over. If he hadn't seen the target outside of her home and actually stared at her, he'd have never found her. Just who was Marken trying to find?
"She refused the slipper," the man continued, "and was completely covered in filth from the garden, but otherwise, she fit your description perfectly and her feet looked small enough to fit the shoe you gave me."
i like it more, for some reason.
i started using it when i was young & never stopped.
haha
i started using it when i was young & never stopped.
haha
With a small nod to Fenrir, Rose took her seat, staying still as her husband gently pushed her chair in & took his own seat. Willow watched the two of them awkwardly interacting & found herself holding in a small, relieved smile. Although things had started off roughly last night, the couple seemed to be getting along fairly well. They were even affected by being close to each other, something that would probably work in their favor in the future.
"Rose, what would you like to do today?" Willow asked as the food began to be passed around the table. Rose looked like she was thinking for a moment as she put an egg on her plate, having not really thought forward to that point yet. She'd been so sure that she was getting dragged to Fenrir's home last night.
"I should probably go into town & sell cakes like usual," Rose finally decided, putting a roll on her plate now, "I should start informing the people of the village that I will probably leave soon."
Willow nodded at Rose's agreement, hearing the sound of resignation in her grandchild's voice. it stung a little, but there was nothing she could so about Rose's sour attitude now. Hopefully Rose would forgive her soon, though. She'd never imagined getting the cold shoulder from the young woman would hurt as badly as it was.
"Rose, what would you like to do today?" Willow asked as the food began to be passed around the table. Rose looked like she was thinking for a moment as she put an egg on her plate, having not really thought forward to that point yet. She'd been so sure that she was getting dragged to Fenrir's home last night.
"I should probably go into town & sell cakes like usual," Rose finally decided, putting a roll on her plate now, "I should start informing the people of the village that I will probably leave soon."
Willow nodded at Rose's agreement, hearing the sound of resignation in her grandchild's voice. it stung a little, but there was nothing she could so about Rose's sour attitude now. Hopefully Rose would forgive her soon, though. She'd never imagined getting the cold shoulder from the young woman would hurt as badly as it was.
haha, you do have a point there.
i myself am just too lazy & manic to finish books/stories i write, so i roleplay to scratch an itch.
xD
i myself am just too lazy & manic to finish books/stories i write, so i roleplay to scratch an itch.
xD
After striking out with several bars, Rose drug herself back to the bar nearest to her inn & plopped herself onto a stool, noting the familiar guy she ran into at the hotel. Something kept bumping them into each other, but he was too drunk for her to really consider asking him questions about the wolf she was tracking. What could have posessed him to drink all of the pints in front of him, anyway?
"Can I get ye somethin, Miss?" the bartender asked, a little surprised to see a female customer in his bar. Rose resisted the urge to punch him in the face & slid a bit of money across the counter.
"I'd like a full pint of hard cider," Rose told the man. With a nod, the old man left to get her drink, leaving her alone for a bit. Rose pulled out her tiny dagger & an apple from her side bag, peeling it & then cutting slices up. Lightly, she nudged the guy from the hotel gently to get his attention & offered a slice of her apple, giving him another warm smile like earlier.
"You should eat something," she advised softly, "If you get drunk like that & don't fill up your stomach, there's going to be hell to pay later."
"Can I get ye somethin, Miss?" the bartender asked, a little surprised to see a female customer in his bar. Rose resisted the urge to punch him in the face & slid a bit of money across the counter.
"I'd like a full pint of hard cider," Rose told the man. With a nod, the old man left to get her drink, leaving her alone for a bit. Rose pulled out her tiny dagger & an apple from her side bag, peeling it & then cutting slices up. Lightly, she nudged the guy from the hotel gently to get his attention & offered a slice of her apple, giving him another warm smile like earlier.
"You should eat something," she advised softly, "If you get drunk like that & don't fill up your stomach, there's going to be hell to pay later."
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