Octavia hated travelling. Too much she needed. Not enough space - or so her servants tried to tell her. She'd pursed her lips in thought most of the last few days, pointing, judging, deciding. What would come, what would stay. What would she miss. What had she forgotten she possessed.
While not of any high bred stature, importance and wealth beyond the lavish still came with the territory. She was the apprentice of a Magister, after all. And, one day, she'd be Magister in his stead. One beautiful day.
Hopefully sooner rather than later if he was going to keep sending her on "trips" like this. And this, oh Maker, this was the worst of them all. Expected to go to the south? Cold, damp, filled to the brim with rabble.
A knock disturbed her and her features soured. She wrapped her robe a bit tighter about herself. As if the mere presence of one beneath her would bring the chill of the south to her feet. Octavia knew who it was before he spoke. Could feel that certain something only he brought with him.
She let out a weary sigh, rolling her eyes as she moved away from the door to sit dramatically on her chaise. Octavia made no move to speak or acknowledge the door more than she already had. Instead, her handmaiden scurried to the door in her stead.
"She's in a right state she is," the young woman whispered harshly to the guard as she opened the door. "Maybe you can lift that dour mood of hers, eh?" The rumors had not escaped the ear of the handmaid as she flashed him a smile before ducking out of his way.
While not of any high bred stature, importance and wealth beyond the lavish still came with the territory. She was the apprentice of a Magister, after all. And, one day, she'd be Magister in his stead. One beautiful day.
Hopefully sooner rather than later if he was going to keep sending her on "trips" like this. And this, oh Maker, this was the worst of them all. Expected to go to the south? Cold, damp, filled to the brim with rabble.
A knock disturbed her and her features soured. She wrapped her robe a bit tighter about herself. As if the mere presence of one beneath her would bring the chill of the south to her feet. Octavia knew who it was before he spoke. Could feel that certain something only he brought with him.
She let out a weary sigh, rolling her eyes as she moved away from the door to sit dramatically on her chaise. Octavia made no move to speak or acknowledge the door more than she already had. Instead, her handmaiden scurried to the door in her stead.
"She's in a right state she is," the young woman whispered harshly to the guard as she opened the door. "Maybe you can lift that dour mood of hers, eh?" The rumors had not escaped the ear of the handmaid as she flashed him a smile before ducking out of his way.
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