Davina Wellsley Posted February 11, 2016 Share Posted February 11, 2016 Lodged in an alcove window seat the better to catch the light from the watery Sun that had somehow broken through sat one of the Queen's Ladies in waiting. Her dark cranberry velvet gown decorated with silver metallic trim beaded with jet beads contrasted well with the dark paneling all about the room. The room was crowed for almost all the Courtiers and made haste to attend this Christmas Court at Whitehall each eager to see and be seen. Bringing with them their retinues and servants so the population swelled and space was at a Premium. But the most important of reason's was that this Court would allow for them to bring in Family and scatter them hither and yon, to pick up Honors and Positions as they might. Davina sipped slowly from her goblet of wine and watched as two fresh fifteens, new maids of honor, full of wine, threw bread at each other. She was barely acquainted with the newest arrivals into the Queen's Household, as well as the Duchesses of York's, that now mingled all together forging alliances. She too had once been that young. So long ago now. It would fall to her she thinks as one of the older unmarrieds to reign them into shape as well as Mrs. Jenks the 'Mother of the Maids' who oversaw them all and nicknamed "The Dragon." Her eyes moved away circling about the room looking to spot a returning familiar face either friend or foe she cared not! With a sigh her thoughts turned inward as she looked past the glass windows and out over the frozen hard ground of the Garden below her. She thinks of July, a crimson month, filled with pimpernels, roses, currants, strawberries in the garden, cherries in the orchards, robins with red breasts singing in the green trees ... A voice interrupts Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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