Seeing the princesses vacant stare, Hazel, the maid buzzed anxiously as she debated stepping through the door, but after a moment of anticipation her tongue slipped. "Um, I'm sorry to intrude my lady! The crimson court has never made much of an occasion of mealtimes, so if... if you'd like, you could stay in something more comfortable?" Hazel's voice was much quieter than before, not exactly sure if she had begun pushing her boundaries as a handmaid. However, before she could hear Rue's response, her anxiety took it's hold as her cheek's reddened and she gave a curt bow. "I apologize my lady! I'll fetch that ice immeadietly!" She blurted out before rushing out the door.
For a long moment, Rue would be stuck with the deafening silence of her quarters, a deepening sense of dread and emptiness worming it's way into her heart, a weight of guilt making her very bones ache. In that silence, I wonder what her crossed her mind. It was clear that she blamed her self for the events transpired, but that wasn't fair. Did she not grow frustrated at the prince's sudden change in demeanor, the sharp wedge that he drove between them. She meant no harm... so why did he seem so harsh? as if he was offended at the notion? No one except the prince could know.
Another brief moment, still standing idle in front of the wardrobe, only brought back into the moment by the murmuring of voices behind her chamber doors. First, a voice that was familiar but different, more hoarse and dejected as if it had spent the past few hours drinking down sorrows. The second, much more recognisable as Hazel's high pitched nervousness, though some what firmer in its resolve. The first voice was difficult to make out, as if it were further down the hall, though it was clearly male, and it seemed to be poising a question. Hazel's response was clear.
"Oh! Good morning sir... I'm afraid I can't say much on that. It seem's the both of you have had a rather... intense night. She needs space.
We shall see you at the dinning hall, good day." The door handle began to rattle loudly, cutting of the man's response, but as Hazel stepped back into the room with a large basin of steaming water, ice, and a few towels, she seemed somewhat shaken.