ROLEPLAY HQ - concubines-secret

Mariam thought that her age she'd be happy, married with a man that her father had approved of and having little ones of her own. That she'd have her father, mother, and her sister until they were all old and frail. Though when she looks at the front of the large carriage where the driver is whistling away on this so called 'beautiful' day, she sees that it's far from the little life she wanted. She fixed the front of her dress, mumbling curses to herself before she resumes her long gaze out of the window of the carriage. The other women were giggling, gossiping with one another. Normally with a wife like his, they didn't thing the actual next heir would be open to his own harem. Though rumors ran wild, and his wife never giving birth to an heir was one of those rumors that rung through everyone's ears like some sort of fly. Mariam was nauseous, sick to her stomach with pure anxiety at what would happen. Those that didn't make it got to go home, yes, but with no money to help their families. So if she were sent home, no medicine for her sister. Her father was already gone and god forbid the things it did to her mother, her sister couldn't go so soon either. She watched as the wall of the palace passed and the carriage slowed to a halt. She looked over, watching as the door opened and one by one the king's perhaps future concubines came pouring out. She was third to last, and now they stood still gossiping and either shielding themselves from the sun or motioning to look at him and his wife as they approached. This would be one hell of a day. @MMS (Martin-Maraiste) )

Friedric squinted when he walked out in the sun and when his eyes were used to the light, he could finally see the group of women he'd have to choose a concubine from. He had welcomed a brother his father had brought in, married a woman his father had chosen for him, and this was the first time he was allowed to make a decision for himself. He turned his head to his wife, offering his hand to get down the flight of stairs. The fact they were unsuccessful at making an heir felt like a personal failure to him, and his wife had been very reluctant to accept him getting a concubine. She was the prince's wife after all, she'd be the next queen, that's not nothing. Finally approaching the group of women close enough that they'd be able to hear his voice, Friedric and his wife gave them an elegant salutation. Thank you all for coming today, you must be tired from the trip, so let us offer drinks and snacks before we move on. @Kars )

His wife wasn’t exactly a pleasant woman, all through and through. It wasn’t just because they couldn’t make a heir, she wanted that throne more than she wanted to eat and drink! She looked at the women all there and looked to her husband with an angry lip. She didn’t like this. But she knew that his father wanted her first and if he got to choose, perhaps she could convince the king otherwise of letting her rule over him. Eventually. “Must you feed them?”

Mariam for the most part had her head slightly down and if not down just looking around. She hated the gowns they put them in. Itchy. Perhaps it was just because she was so sensitive to different things that it made her so damn uncomfortable. She sighed, mostly quiet before standing straight and glancing down the aisle of the other women. If they got picked, good for them. But she needed to get picked for her sisters sake. She shifted uncomfortably and glanced toward his wife. She’s heard rumors, and right now by the way she had a face on she was surely true to those rumors. Damned thing, only true rumors she’s ever heard. She gave an unhappy and kind of fake and wavering smile. ”If I’m lucky it’ll be a raffle..” @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

He looked back at Maila, she was obviously displeased by the entire situation. "Not now." Maila had quite the temperament, and it would be a blatant lie to say that Friedric was the one wearing the trousers in their relationship. Many times had they fought because of her unreasonable whims and tantrums, and she knew exactly what to say to upset him or get him to bend to her will. No, Friedric was definitely not wearing the trousers. But today, she had to abide by the rules set by the king and his court and get a hold of herself. Acting impulsively on this day was akin to bring shame on the entire royal family by confirming the rumors that were already well-known. The board had been laid by his father, and all the prince could do now was hope he'd pick the right person. Him and his wife led the group to the garden, where tables had been set and filled with light snacks and drinks. The flowers were in full bloom and the hedges recently trimmed, while the ladies followed and then helped themselves to some food, Friedric and his wife were standing a bit on the side. Looking in front of him, he moved his lips. "Father has been strict about this, keep your composure for today Maila. And if it pains you too much, excuse yourself but don't cause a fuss."

@Kars

Mailaneth felt her eyes want to roll back into her skull from the pure annoyance that she felt whenever she was around the man she was married too. He was correct though. Her reputation as a raging bitch was enough already. She to be calm and deal with the fact that her husband just wasn’t going to be hers for much longer. When led to the garden she looked around at those that were selected. They looked the same, even the one with red hair. All gossiping little bastard girls. “Fine.. But god forbid you choose one over me..”

Mariam when she was led to the garden with food hurriedly took a seat like the rest of the women and looked at the light snacks. She was starving, she hadn’t eaten at all the night before because of the sheer panic she had about all of this. Even then although she was anxious, food called her like a siren. She carefully used her hands to pull apart the snacks and eat slowly though on the inside she felt like stuffing her face until she couldn’t eat anymore but lord forbid she had to have her own reputation. She took another bite, and she kind of showered herself in bliss for a moment before taking a sip of the drink. She watched the husband and wife be bitter, and she quietly turned away. She wasn’t going to get involved. She couldn’t. @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Friedric let out a quiet sigh of relief, thankfully for him the decision would be made through a raffle. He still had the responsibility to pick a paper with the lucky number on it, but it was easier to shoulder than if he had to pick one himself. Maybe fate would be on his side and the lady would be more pleasurable to live with than his wife, who knew. He took a moment to look at the many women who had come, admitting he knew next to nothing about fashion and all the dresses just seemed to flashy and impractical to him. He could definitely tell who was gossiping and glancing at Maila, probably whispering about her struggle to birth an heir. Although he didn't really love her, he couldn't help but feel the rumors spread about her as if they were spread about him as well, she wasn't alone trying to make an heir after all. Spreading rumors on his wife was like spreading rumors about him and the royal family. And this, he knew for a fact that if he was able to, he wanted to avoid in a concubine. @Kars )

Mariam was still eating though she didn't appreciate the clockwork glare that his wife gave everyone. She sighed, sipping the drink that was laid out and looking at the woman who sat down in front of her. "I'm suspecting you've heard some.. Rumors. Is what they've said kind of true?" "Tell me about it. So far that lady is a raging psycho. I've forgotten how many times she's glared at us. Think you'll win?" Mariam paused at the woman's question and just ate another scone. "No. I doubt it. All I can do is hope that I get picked and not for my damned sake.." She glances at the prince again. She doesn't exactly know what to say. He's not bad looking, at all, though again she's not sure. What if he's just as bad as his wife? But the trumpet in the distance caught her attention. It was time for the raffle. She felt her stomach sink. @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

The wait is put to an end when the trumpet sing in the distance, announcing the start of the raffle that will determine the chosen one. Their sound stops the group mid discussions and all the attention is directed back at the royal couple who start moving towards the palace, guiding the group to a room with two closed boxes on a table. "I hope you have all managed to replenish some energy, as we move on to the part you have all been waiting for." he pauses, making sure he has everyone's attention before he continues. "To choose one among you all most beautiful ladies and to ensure complete fairness, you will all pick a number from this first box and I will pick a number as well, from the second box." he looks back at Maila, giving her the honour to give the start of the raffle. @Kars

Mailaneth in return gave him a disgusted look, and although she was hesitant she went to the box and quietly took a number. Seeing it was a five she handed it back to her husband and then resided her place back beside him. She hoped none got that number. Is it a cruel amount of possession? Perhaps. Or it's just because she can have him to herself until she could birth a heir. "Pick. Now." She said coldly. And that's what the women did. They picked their numbers, all gossiping and although they couldn't see their numbers majority of them believed that it would be one of them..

Mariam came up, picking her number and although again she couldn't see her, her heart was throbbing, pounding against her ribcage demanding out. She didn't know what to say or do. Though she was very tempted to look at the number she received. She inhaled, then exhaled. The trumpet sounded again. The women came up one by one and presented their numbers but.. Nothing. And when Mariam came up, Mailaneth opened the number and a look of absolute fury came over her face. "Your highness-"

"..Five.. This one.." She said, looking back at her husband before looking back at Mariam. She's giving her a scowl, and she calmly stands back with him again. "..The concubine has been chosen.. State your name.." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

A part of him couldn't help but be relieved his wife did not behave un-accordingly than what was expected of her. She was sometimes so unpredictable that Friedric feared she'd cause him a heart attack someday. Unlike Mailaneth, who looked at the other women with contempt, he looked at them with a glimmer of hope. One of them would help him make his father proud by giving them an heir, hopefully... When the women came up one by one, he glanced at the numbers on the paper his wife was unfolding over her shoulder. It seemed that no one had picked the number they had, the moment this thought formed in his mind, fate seemed to prove him wrong and a red haired lady presented the number five. Reassured they wouldn't have to do the raffle again, Friedric gave her an encouraging smile. She did not seem like the type to gossip, he didn't recall seeing her among the groups that were talking among themselves earlier, nor did she strike him as a social outcast. But he was aware appearances could be deceiving and there was always more to someone than their looks. @Kars

Mariam felt plain in front of the woman and it took her a moment to actually collect her thoughts before she actually decided to speak. She shuffled nervously and then blew out some breath as she relaxed. "Mariam Tasder Sofron.. Eldest of General Forner's children." She didn't exactly say it which such pride since of course she looked nothing like the general and the rest of the place. Hence the red hair, the freckles, the little scars and some sort of symbol on the inside of her fingers. It's one that's not exactly familiar, possibly a private religion that most didn't know about. She's tired, perhaps it's been a while since she's actually slept.

Mailaneth open hearing Mariam's name felt her eye twitch. This is whom would have the child most likely? Some girl who believed she was actually the child of a well known general? She snorted, bursting into a series of laughter at the mention of her being the eldest of a general. She looked nothing like them! There was no mention of their actual child until the small one was born and even then the general had resigned. She wiped the laughing tears from her eyes, seeing as she's laughing so hard that she's weeping. "You really believe you're his daughter? My word.. They get dumber each day.." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Friedric raised an eyebrow, he did not remember the general having a daughter that looked like her. But he didn't say a thing, maybe he had forgotten her. Unsurprisingly, his wife was striking in her lack of an appropriate reaction. He steps forward, shooting her a dark glare when he bows down to kiss her hand. "Enough." he whispers between his teeth after getting back up. "Our guest must be tired from today's event." he turned to face the rest of the ladies. "Thank you all for coming today and taking part in this important event." he gestured to butlers to step forward near the doors of the room. "You will be escorted back to your carriages and we wish you all a safe trip back." @Kars

The women left with angry groans before it was just the three in the room. Mariam was resisting the urge to glare at Mailaneth, being she was absolutely furious with how she acted. Disrespecting her AND her father? She furrowed her eyebrows though it mostly washed away when he came up and kissed her hand. She felt her ears become a bit warm though when he let go she bowed somewhat formally. Perhaps she hadn't been around royals too much. "Um.. Nice to.. Meet you both.." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Once they were alone, he seemed to relax a bit and his expression changed to a more welcoming and gentle one. He'd have to get along with her regardless. "Friedric Landgrave, First Prince, at your service. And here's my wife, Mailaneth. Please don't take to heart what she says." he whispered the last part, leaning forward so only she could hear it. Somehow, Mariam felt like a breath of fresh air, maybe she'd be nice to live with after all. @Kars

Mariam glanced to the woman who was glaring daggers at her and nodded. She tried not to, and although she was quite relieved that his majesty was at least decent, she knew it would be somewhat difficult to get along with his wife since she didn't want anything to do with this. She inhaled, then exhaled, nodding. "..Mariam. It is a pleasure to meet you, your majesty." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

With a simple gesture, he invited her to follow them as they left the room the raffle had been held in. This matter now sorted, they would soon each go back to their regular schedules but he wanted to exchange a bit with Mariam first, so he offered to walk through the garden, saying the weather was too nice to stay inside all day. "How is General Forner doing? I heard this season was a rough one." @Kars

Mariam was pleasantly surprised with everything in the garden alongside the sun's warm rays that kissed her skin. She walked with him, looking around and it seemed she didn't register what he asked her until the two had stopped. She inhaled, then exhaled. "Ever since the um.. The war.. He's been quite ill. Between him and my sister who are both sick with the same thing, it's a bit expensive with medicine and all.." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

The birds were singing and dogs were laying around, enjoying the soft grass under their paws. Friedric closed his eyes and let the sun warm his skin, it truly was a nice day. He opened them again and a veil of coldness briefly passed on his face. Was it there her motivation to participate in that raffle? Or was it just some coincidence? The General was a dear friend of the King, so why was he hearing of this illness just now? But the day was too nice to worry about all of that. "I'm sorry to hear that, I remember meeting your sister at a ball years ago, I hope they both get well soon so your mind feels a bit lighter."

@Kars

She looked at him and gave a soft smile as both a token of appreciation and seemingly being calm. The cool breeze made her feel a bit more welcome, a bit more relaxed than how she was before. She fiddled with her hands. Her nails were clean, her face was aswell and so were the clothes, though she looked absolutely exhausted. She had stayed up for hours making her family little bits of their favorite food and so on. She stood there a while, red hair swaying with the breeze as she stared outward. "Hopefully so.." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

In the distance, running towards them were Friedric's butler and another maid. When he caught sight of him, the prince couldn't help but let out a sigh, it seemed his break was coming to an end. He gave Mariam an elegant bow. "I have spent a nice moment walking with you today, unfortunately it seems my duties are calling and our meeting must end here."

When the butler and the maid reached their level, they both bowed to Mariam, word was quick and the mansion was already aware of her status as the prince's concubine. He briefly introduced himself as the head butler before introducing the maid accompanying him. "You must be unfamiliar with the palace," the maid bowed again and smiled. "She will guide you and handle any directives you have for your personal maids." He took a pocket watch out and checked the time, looking back at the prince. "My Prince, it's time for the meeting with the court. We should hurry." @Kars

Mariam went to say something to him but then stopped, nodding as the butler and maid came to introduce themselves. She furrowed her brows, confused before she thought about it. They had to lead her around. Did that mean she’d have to be around the wife? She sighed, though she smiled at them softly. “Well it’s uh.. A pleasure to meet you. Uh.. Do you know by any chance the days I get to see my family and if I’m allowed to give them things from the palace?” Its clear Mariam is nervous. She’s never done this before. @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

After the two men left, the young maid seemed to become suddenly nervous. She had been hired not long ago, specifically to serve the new concubine and she had only heard rumors about Maila from other maids, so she feared the lady she'd look after would have a similar temperament. She bowed again before answering and avoided eye contact, her eyes fixed on the grass under their feet. "I.. We need to finish preparing- No..uh.." it was as if she was trying to remember a script. "It is recommended that my Lady gets accustomed with life at the palace before visiting... But if it's urgent I can ask Alastair about an urgent trip.." she added the last part almost inaudibly, it was only a whisper. @Kars

"Oh well.. No it isn't urgent I just miss them is all.. Are you alright?" Mariam looked around for Mailaneth before crouching slightly since she was a tall woman. She's got a bit of a scar across her cheek though it's not something so alarming. Freckled, she's been kissed by the sun too many times. "Has the lady um.. Hurt you before?" She's concerned. Should she bring this up to the prince? Maybe. No. She's just a concubine, no? @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

She looks back up and can't help but stop in awe for a moment. When she finds her words again, she also waves her hands slightly. "Oh no, no, I'm fine!" She looks back at her feet. "I only heard rumors but I'm relieved now.." She looks back at Mariam and gives her a soft smile. "..My Lady seems to be a very gentle person. I'll be there if you have any questions!" @Kars

Mariam smiled at her and gave her a formal bow that followed. Though she looked around again. This is where she'd be living? Would she even give him a child? She shifted a bit to the side as she looked around and took note of everything on the inside and in the garden. "Well.. Can we please go to my room?" Mariam couldn't lie. She knew damn well she was getting excited about being here with all these riches and just for the price of being here? She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck slightly before smiling back at Daphne. @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Daphne nods and starts walking, making small talk as they go. Her nervousness seemingly gone, she's much more comfortable talking and pointing out what she notices in Mariam's body language. "Are you worried about something?" As they walk through the corridors, she drops little information here and there, such as the activities typically enjoyed by the Prince and his wife, to the time at which she'll be waken up. @Kars

"Hm? Oh well.. A lot of things. Between us, her highness is scary. I'm wondering and praying that somehow I have a child because if I don't.. It sounds like I'll be executed.." She said it truthfully, though she looked behind her just in case Mailaneth was listening to what she was saying. She played with a bit of loose string between her two fingers and looked around as they walked again. The paintings caught her eye, though it seemed the one of Mailaneth made her uncomfortable. The evil intent, she smelled it like a damned dog. "His majesty is kind, yes, though it only lasts for so long.. Not to mention I am just one simple concubine.." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Daphne slows down so she's at Mariam's level when she says the following. "I'm sure his majesty wouldn't allow that to happen, you can't be entirely blamed if you don't have a child.. You need to be two to make one after all.." She whispered the last part, glancing around to make sure no one else was hearing, such words could very well end up in a punishment if she was heard by the wrong person. At last, they finally arrived to a double door at the end of a corridor. Daphne opened the door and welcomed her lady to her room, and suite. It was in a rather deserted wing of the palace, far from her highness' room but not so much from his majesty. It was big and furnished with exquisite items and rugs, the afternoon sun had warmed the place a bit to make it even more welcoming. @Kars

Mariam was shocked, eyes widening at the beautiful array of furniture though it could do with some flowers. Perhaps because it was so quiet she could walk around and make some things anew. She didn't know how long she'd be there but if she met the blade because of not giving his majesty a child of his own. The very thought made her have to swallow back bile as the anxiety crept up her body. "This is.. Quite nice. I think I'll be fine now.. I'll let you know if anything.." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Daphne gave a bow seemingly remembering something. "Alright, I'll come find you for dinner. If you need anything, feel free to ring the bell and I'll come right away." She pointed to a bell resting on the night table, it was connected to the maids' room so they could know exactly where they had been called.

@Kars

Mariam took a seat on the side of the bed, looking outward toward the balcony. She could disappear, she could tell them she ran away and then take the money with her. But this lady, this wife of his, she'd make sure a 'commoner's' family would get nothing. She took the brush, nervously brushing her hair. Would he summon her when she wanted? Would the queen do the same? She inhaled, shaky all over before a knock came to her door. "Oh.. Come in!"

Mailaneth walked through, face scrunched and furious as she walked toward Mariam and in a matter of seconds.. SMACK. She's angry, shaking. "So help me by the gods if you get pregnant by my husband you will give up that child.. I will make sure of it.." She grabbed Mariam by the collar of her shirt while she struggled, wine on her foul breath before she let Mariam drop to the floor. It was a warning, a warning for now. "..Mark my words. This throne is mine.." With that she left, an altercation that took only a couple of minutes. @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Completely unaware of what was happening and still busy, Friedric gazed out the window. How he missed laying down on the grass and enjoying the sun. The closest he had been to relaxed was when he was walking in the garden with Mariam earlier. His thoughts ran towards her, and he couldn't help but find it odd that he hadn't heard of her until now. But his attention was quickly brought back to the matter at hands and he knew he'd be busy until dinner.

The bell not having rang before dinner, Daphne spent the time by helping the other maids to prepare everything. Welcoming a concubine meant welcoming a new mouth to feed and clothe, the kitchen were full with life as maids were hurrying here and there trying to get everything ready in time. A bit before dinner time, she was sent to find the lady. Softly, she knocked on the door. "My Lady? It's Daphne, may I enter?" @Kars

"..Yes.." Mariam was laying on the floor, seemingly trying her hardest to not cry and get the carpet wet. There's a bright red hand print on the side of her face, stinging like all hell as she lifted herself from the floor. She sniffled, wiping her tears with her sleeve. Was this what she'd have to deal with? Why did she talk about the damn throne? She didn't want a thrown. Nor did she want a damn child. No, she just wanted some.. Peace. Peace was all she wanted. She shuffled, leaning against the bedpost. If Daphne opened the door she could see it. Bloodshot eyes and the familiar handprint. "Apologies.." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

It didn't take long for the maid to notice that something was off after she entered. She immediately rushed to the lady, a worried expression on her face. "My Lady, what happened? Did someone enter and hurt you?" She couldn't help but start to feel guilty that she wasn't there. If someone could hurt her lady like this while she was somewhere else... worse could happen and Daphne would be responsible, she feared.

@Kars

"..The queen did. I'm fine, there's no medical things to have been needed.." She said, rubbing the side of her face to soothe the sharp burn of the fierce slap. She shifted uncomfortably but then smiled at her trying to dismiss the whole situation that took place right then and there. She wanted revenge on Mailaneth, yes, but there was nothing she could do for now. "I'm alright." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

But Daphne seemed to panic nonetheless, she was to dine with the prince after all! She became agitated and looked in the connected bathroom for some powder to hide the mark so vividly red. "Please, don't let her walk over you!" She starts applying the powder, unfortunately it won't hide the mark completely, only make it less red. "Apparently she's very on edge and she latches at people, even his majesty." @Kars

For the most part, Mariam sat there and let her do the work of hiding such an angry slap. She didn't understand the part about the damn throne but at the same time it just made her angry. She shifted uncomfortably again and then looking at her once she had finished. "But why would she be on so much edge? Just because I'm a concubine doesn't exactly mean anything.. Does it?" @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

She shrugged, her highness was unpredictable in a lot of ways and the reasons for her behavior seemed clouded in a fog of mystery most of the time. "It still looks a bit red.. but it works." She took a step back and looked at the covering, you could still tell the mark of the hand but it looked less vivid. "Are you hungry, my Lady? You're to dine with his majesty and her highness but if you don't want to face her you can say you're not hungry and maids will bring food later."

@Kars

"I am.. Yes.. But I rather not be near her. I mean the majesty himself is not bad but I rather.. I rather not be there that god forsaken woman.." She said, rubbing the side of her face. It hurts. She's trying not to disturb the makeup, though at the same time she feels bad. Would this ruin her actual reputation, would this hurt it? She shuffles uncomfortably and then tires to smile. One hell of an awkward smile. "So uh.. No.. I'll eat later.." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste) \

Daphne gave her a reassuring smile, had she been there, maybe she wouldn't have been hit. Maybe Daphne would be the one with the red mark on her cheek. "I'll tell the other maids, please have some rest my Lady. Do you want me to run you a bath?" The worry she had felt earlier seemed to have completely disappeared and she was finding her marks at this job now. But still, she couldn't help but worry that if word got out that her Lady was hit, she'd be the one to be punished. Although it was right, in a way, only terrible punishments came up in her mind. @Kars )

"Um.. Sure. I believe that would be quite nice.. I can handle it from there if the bath is running.. Don't worry about me. It's not the first time I have been hit, no, but it won't be the last of the awful woman that resides here.." She snickered but then shifted slightly, looking out the door and then back at Daphne. She didn't want her to be harmed, perhaps she could do something and avoid this poor thing to suffer her consequences. "..Everything will be fine. I got this covered." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

If they had been of a similar social status, Daphne would've hugged her. But they weren't, so she held back and walked to the bathroom to start running the bath. This day was almost over, but so much seemed to have happened she didn't quite realize it. When the bath was warm and ready, emitting a sweet smell of roses, she notified Mariam before excusing herself. She still needed to tell the maids to bring her food. @Kars

Mariam sunk herself into the warm water, seemingly just staring at the wall in aggravating thought. She hated this already. Would she be smacked around by the queen until further notice? Would she have to die after she possibly gives him a heir? She sighed, sinking to just below her nose and now looking around the bathroom. It's nice, yes, she can't deny that. At least now she smells like a person and not a wet sack of dirt and mud. "..If only.." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

After leaving, Daphne immediately went to the kitchen to pass the message. The food was starting to be served in the dining hall, so it was not difficult to put some aside and task Daphne to bring it back to the room. She exchanged a bit with the other maids, accidentally letting out that her Lady was not feeling well and thus didn't eat with the royal couple.

The atmosphere at the diner table was so tense you could cut it with a knife, yet not uncommon. Frederic started eating slowly, glancing at the empty chair Mariam was supposed to occupy. He barely looked at his wife. "Thank you for behaving today."

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“Tch. Then you should tell the new one that she must behave too, no? I’m your wife. Whether she gives you a heir or not she’s never going to take my place.” Shes upset, she’s jealous, all of the damned above in the book. She sighs as she takes another bite of food.

Mariam on the other hand was still in the bath, letting her fingers prune and then some. She’s tired and her face still stings. She wondered how long till she was beheaded and perhaps all of that junk. She leans further, though she’s still able to breathe. Would this really be worth it? @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

I'm still counting on you. You're my wife and I expect you to behave like so. In-between bites he slips a question as to Mariam's whereabouts. The answer seems to leave him unfazed, but it's simply a habit of not showing his reactions carelessly. @Kars

Mailaneth glares at him. She hasn't exactly heard him, though at the same time it's clear that she is angry about the woman being there alongside the two. She'd get in the way of her plans and she knew it. After a while with glaring she calmly sets down her utensils, muttering a soft "excuse me" before leaving the room. Where does she go? She doesn't say. Just storms off into the parts of the palace.

Mariam had stepped out of the bath by now, still feeling the faint buzzing burn on the side of her face as she looks around and then back again at the door. She heard Mailaneth's footsteps storm passed, down to the room. Not hers at least. Buttoning up her gown she sighs in relief. She wouldn't have to deal with her for now. @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Daphne doesn't wait to be told a second time and as soon as the plates for Mariam are ready, she immediately takes it and hurries along. She catches a glimpse of a dress turning at a corner but doesn't pay mind to it and knocks on the door, announcing herself.

Not long after his wife has left, Friedric puts down his utensils, wipes the corner of his mouth - although there's nothing to clean - and calmly exits the dining room. His steps, although collected and not hurried, take him towards the room that he's heard Mariam stays in. He isn't quite sure since it's Alastair who has taken care of it, but if he recalls correctly, it should be here. @Kars

Mariam was now in her room, staring out the balcony of it and wondering to herself. Would she be like this for long? And once she was able to give them a child, would it wind up being worse for her since they would supposedly execute her? She laid back, hands folded as she stared at the ceiling. But this was a sacrifice. A sacrifice she'd make over and over as long as she'd see her family calm and collected.

@MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Standing outside the door to the lady's bedroom, he had a moment of hesitation. Was it okay for him to worry like this? And to do this? A part of him that had been shaped to be the perfect heir wanted to leave and stop worrying about Mariam. But the part of him that he inherited from his mother, the softer, more gentle side, pushed him forward. He knocked, softly, almost wishing she'd refuse to see him.

@Kars

"Hm?" She slid from the bedside, opening the door to see the royal highness there. Her left cheek was still red, stinging, and she didn't seem to really care now. But then again, it was quite irritating. She did a little curtsy toward him before rising back up. Would he slap her too? She hoped not. "..Can I help you, your highness?" @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

When the door opened and he saw her again, he thought that his heart missed a beat. There she was, fine. A pressure on his lungs seemed to be alleviated suddenly and he took a short and sharp breath, giving the curtesy back. "I... I was just checking that you were alright." he cleared his throat, embarrassed by his stutter. "I overheard the maids mention you were feeling a bit sick." @Kars

Mariam felt her stomach drop a bit. One, she didn’t expect him to come to her with this. Two, did he know or figure out what Mailaneth did to her? She hoped not. Would she be treated the same way by him if anything? “Oh well.. I’m alright.. I just felt a bit ill so I didn’t come..”

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Did she not come to not possibly spread her illness? Did she do it on purpose? The thoughts were running wild in his mind, and quite unlike him, it was showing. It was showing in the way that he searched for his words, that his eyes didn't know where to stop themselves, and in the loud sound of his heart beating in his ears. "I won't bother you any longer then, please don't hesitate to ask for the royal doctor. You're part of us now." With that he gave a soft and small smile, bowing slightly in curtesy. @Kars

Seeing him smile brought a little bit of relief to her so she did a curtsy in return to him. She saw Mailaneth out in the corner of her eye, glaring at her with daggers in her eyes. The bit sent an uncomfortable shiver down her spine though she could do nothing but stand and watch as she waited for his highness to leave. She didn't want to be alone with Mailaneth, no, she didn't know what this bitter lady would do to her to spite her. They were wealthy, important, there wasn't a single doubt in Mariam's brain that if they wanted to, they could rid themselves of her instantly and no one would suspect a thing. She shifted uncomfortably. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just felt a little.. Under the weather. Yes. Under the weather. I'm alright. Thank you for visiting me." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

He gave her the curtesy back, bowed again before taking his leave, unaware of his wife glaring at them. He was relieved it was nothing too bad, and a new feeling of ease seemed to spread in his heart. It was different than when he was with Mailaneth. It was...much gentler, softer. "Don't let yourself be fooled! Women use tricks all the time to fool men, don't be one of them." the words of his father rang in his head as he walked back to his room. He wanted it to be different. He needed it to be different. Something that would honor the memory of his mother. Back in his room, he undressed and went in the bath that had been run for him, lips pinched as his mind was buzzing with lots of different things at the same time. @Kars

As for Mailaneth she wasn't going to let Mariam whisk away her little beautiful life. She stepped forward before Mariam could close the door once her husband was out of sight. She slammed the door inward, angrily grasping Mariam by the collar of the nightgown she was wearing. "What the HELL do you think you're doing?! You come into my home and try to seduce MY husband?!"

"Seduce? No! Hey get your damn hands off of me!" Mariam shouted, quickly yanking the hands from her nightgown and stumbling back. She regained her balance, glaring at Mailaneth back. "I'm doing this for my family, dammit!" @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Her duties in the kitchen being over, she trots back to the room of Mariam, humming an air. At first, in the distance, she doesn't recognize Mailaneth and asks herself why there is a guest still in the premices. When she recognizes her, she quickens her pace, worried for her lady. She manages to arrive before anything else happens, placing herself in front of Mariam. "Please, your highness, don't!" @Kars

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@Daphne (@MMS (Martin-Maraiste)) - jump “The hell are you doing?! I am your superior, I am the woman who says when and what goes around here! And get you disobey me on the count of some orphaned freak?!” She asks, eyes laying on the new target of the maid sitting there in front of her. Mailaneth is furious, face turning from pink to a deeper shade nearing red. “And you.. You disobey.. ME?!” @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

While Daphne knows the lady is right, she also knows that she has been entrusted with the well-being of Mariam. And it seems that to do one of her duty, she has to partially break another. But as she cower and barely manages to hide her hands trembling in fear, she also puffs out her chest, a glimmer of determination in her eyes. She hasn't know Mariam for long, that is true, but for the time she has known her, and in comparison with the short time she's known Maila for, she can easily tell which one she'd rather obey to. And it has nothing to do with status. "I..I'm sorry Your Highness, my lady has had a very tiring day and wishes to rest." _Although her voice trembles slightly, she manages to get it to come out firm. @Kars

Mailaneth was red in the face though she didn't seem to protest any longer as she turned and stormed out, slamming the door of the room behind her and all the while cursing loudly the entire way.

As for Mariam she rubbed the side of her stinging face and went to check on her somewhat new friend. She checked her in silence, making sure that Mailaneth hadn't laid her mean hands upon the Daphne. "..I wish you didn't do that. But I see where you come from that you did so.." She scooted slightly to check out of the doorway of the area before moving closely so that she could not be heard unless someone came through. "..But I appreciate what you did. You were brave for me, and for that I am thankful of such." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Daphne holds on until the silhouette of Mailaneth disappears around the corner, and when she's finally gone, she lets out a relieved sigh. "I'm alright, my lady." she gives her a reassuring smile with a proud glimmer in her eyes when she hears the whispers. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

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"No dear, I'm not. Just a bit shaken up is all.." Mariam said, trying to smile so that the poor thing wouldn't be afraid. She's exhausted, she's beyond angry at the way a royal should treat her servants even with the mother of her heir around. She inhaled, exhaled, and gave her another smile. "I promise you, she will not harm you again." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

"I'm alright if you're alright." The smile on her face was enough for her to feel relieved, and should a similar situation happen, she'd step in even more firmly. Something about Mariam's aura made her feel safe and she wanted to protect her. "Do you want company while you eat? Or are you finished?"

Leaving the warmth of his bath, he got dressed in his nightshirt and anxiously paced around for a bit. Just looking at the bed was enough to arise feelings of failure. But he had to try again tonight. And it had to work this time, or neither Maila nor his father would look at him in a better light. Eventually, he stopped by the window, slightly opening the curtains to look at the garden. His worried seemed to calm down when he saw the familiar shapes of the flower patches and creeped in his mind the memories of that afternoon with Mariam. He was about to replay that memory in his mind when he heard sounds outside of the bedroom. @Kars

"I'm finished. Please be careful on your way out with her, I doubt she's done with either of us. Bitch turned purple before she left.." She said, trying to laugh it off as she handed the plate over. The view from her room was nice, no doubt, though it only brought her a sense of dread. This woman would attempt to have her head whether anything she did. Even if she did give them a heir. She sat on the edge of her bed, quietly thinking about what she should do. Should she communicate her concerns to this man? What if he took her side? She barely knew him, he was a soon to be king. She sucked her lip between her teeth, annoyed so much she felt horribly warm. Warm.. WARM?! She quickly wiped the sweat from her head, mumbling other than English curses as she now scrambled for something cool. @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Taking the plates, she hurried to bring them to the kitchen. She was feeling uneasy at the idea of Mailaneth possibly coming back, so she didn't waste any time talking to other maids. She'd only feel relieved when everyone would be sound asleep.

"Mailaneth?" he called out from the window, but upon not getting any answer, he walked to the bedroom door and listened a second before slowly opening the door to peek outside. Who could still make noise at this hour of the night?

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Well in Marian’s room there’s a small fire she’s trying to put out that is clinging to the edge of her nightgown. She’s flapping it, trying to put it out and wildly cursing. Why did this have to happen now?! Now of all times?!! @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Following the sound of the voice he was hearing down the empty and otherwise quiet corridor, Friedric found himself in front of what he recalled was Mariam's room. He hesitated, was it ok for him to bother her at such an hour? But she seemed to struggle with something, and he guessed her maid wasn't around to help her. Biting his lip, he decided to move forward. Gone were the times he'd stare at scenes happening in front of him, he was no longer that scared child. He knocked firmly on the door, calling out the lady's name and asking if she was okay. @Kars

Mariam practically leapt off of the floor in the fear of someone finding out her initial accident. With stomping some of the other flames out, she rushed to the floor and tried to regain her best composure so that she could look, well, like a person. She opened the door a crack, trying to not bring attention to the large burned spot in the carpet in the room. Would he be angry? Would he be upset? Would he bring the woman back and go absolutely crazy with it all? @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

"I heard sounds and was wondering...is everything alright?" he spoke with his back turned to the door because he knew that at this hour, she'd probably be in her nightgown, and he was feeble enough around her during the day, he didn't want to embarrass himself by showing too many emotions so soon in their relationship. @Kars

"Oh well.. Yes. I mean your wife came by earlier and she was a bit upset so, I apologize." Mariam replied, though she kept the door a bit closed and the only thing showing was her face. She remembered the slap, and she debated on telling him about it before she decided it would be best not to. She didn't need more drama. More of Mailaneth. She wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole at this moment in time. Or ever. "I apologize for the disturbance, perhaps you should get some rest your majesty." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

He raised an eyebrow at the mention of his wife, what business could she have here? "There's nothing to apologize for." he shook his head lightly, deciding to deal with Mailaneth later. "Yes, please rest as well. I'll see you tomorrow.... hopefully." _And with that, he turned around and made a reverence, although closing his eyes firmly so he wouldn't invade the lady's privacy. Once done, he walked back the corridor to his own room, where he was now expecting to see his wife. @Kars

"Adieu." Is all Mariam gave him before closing the door. *As for Mailaneth, she was seemingly pouring her favorite serum all over her face and fixing herself before bed. Of course she always had to look her best, even when sleeping. She turned, once she heard the door open. "Why isn't it my delightful husband.." *She said, smiling to him as if she hadn't terrorized their surrogate a little while ago. She stood, walking over and kissing him on the cheek. @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Getting closer to his room, he felt his shoulders tense up. Oh, how he wanted to run away from here. But he had no choice, he had to give an heir. Opening the door, he was greeted by the sight of his wife, and he had to admit that she was beautiful even now. "You're beautiful." he simply replied, putting his hand on her cheeks once she was done kissing his cheek. He knew that she knew, but the words had escaped his lips. Still, it was true. @Kars

“I know I am, darling.” Mailaneth said, leaning her face against the hand on her cheek before leaning and pecking his nose once more. She knew this would be a bit wiser. Though all she had to do was talk to a couple of handy man to give her to the child she wanted. The power her greedy self wanted. “I love you, my dear.” @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Friedric knew it wasn't love that was keeping them together, merely a ring and the promise of an heir. But for the sake of his father, of his honor, he had to play along. So he did, although it felt all but right to say such lies. "I know, I love you too." Pulling his hand back, he walked to the bed, slowly, like a prisoner to his cell. It was time to prove his worth. To finally, at last, make people happy. @Kars

The next morning was a bit awkward for Mariam, being that she was staring at a closet full of dresses that were normally given to.. Other women of course. She turned to the door and then at the closet again. Mailaneth insisted she didn't need to look good, mumbling common whore beneath her breath, but after that fiasco and what she did to the maid, she wanted to defy her.. Just a little bit. She smirked to herself before getting off of the bed and looking around again. The carpet was still burnt, though she managed to put it out. "I wonder where Daphne is.. I could use her help right about now.." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Hurrying to her lady's room, Daphne was out of breath when she knocked and announced herself, apologizing as soon as she caught sight of Mariam. With the closet being open, it was easy to guess what her next task would be, although when she noticed the burned carpet, she couldn't help but let a gasp and worry for Mariam's safety. "Wh-What happened? Are you alright my Lady?" @Kars

"Oh! Well yes, I'm fine. I guess er.. One of the candles lit in a blaze but I managed to stomp it out." If Mariam's skin allowed it, she'd be sweating bullets. No one exactly knew just yet, and although she did trust this maid, she assumed Mailaneth would be one to find out.. Not in the good way of course. She shifted uncomfortably and then motioned to the dresses that were hung in the closet. "I need um.. A bit of help. I can't decide.." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

The maid let out a sigh of relief hearing Mariam was fine, and offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'll ask another maid to come and fix it up while you're eating...." she paused and dragged her sentence. "You'll be eating with his majesty, will you?" Realizing her poor choice of phrasing, she immediately apologized and corrected herself. "Not that I'm telling you to do it! I was just...wondering... since her Highness will also be there..." @Kars

"Oh my dear there's no doubt I will but.. That woman has evil intentions beyond belief.." She said, peering out the door to make sure Mailaneth wasn't there before she continued. "Would you perhaps.. Keep something secret from her highness and his majesty?" She said, seemingly taking something out of her pocket and moving to adjust the sleeve off of her shoulder before showing this oddly vibrant mark that seemingly glowed. "I wasn't sent here, though I am the last of my kind. I believe her highness does know." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Listening quietly, she mimicked Mariam when she peered out the door before redirecting all of her attention to her. "I'm your personal maid my Lady, anything you say will be well kept."she put a hand on her heart as she spoke. Her disbelief was shown in her eyes, although she tried to hide it. Curiosity and fascination pushed her to take a step forward, eyes glued to the mark. "What... do you mean? "

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"Flame chasers. Or that's the more rude way to say to someone they've got hell at their fingertips." She said, kind of chuckling before she turned to Daphne and adjusted the sleeve so now the mark was covered. "This wasn't planned. I'm not here to harm anyone, though they claim people like me were born for such.. I did this for my sister. She's gravely ill, bedridden. I was told I'd be rewarded handsomely if I were to bear him a son or daughter.. That's my plan. To bear him a child and leave." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Daphne was but a new maid in the royal palace, she had no prior education and lacked some common knowledge. But she advised it was best to not ask for further explanations as to not bother Mariam. She'd somehow find a way to get some info later, when she'll meet up with the other maids. The only thing she had to be careful of is to not reveal the secret of her Lady. "How could they say that!" she exclaimed, first tightened. "My Lady you've shown nothing but kindness since you arrived here, I don't believe that you'd be trying to harm anyone!" @Kars

"Daphne, if only people were like you. There's been too many wars, violence, for me to stick around here for much longer. As soon as I bear him, I will leave here and never return. I plan to take care of my sister as our father was.. Essentially, killed in the same battle." Mariam said, a sadder look on her face as she remembered her father. Though, she seemingly pushed it aside and straightened herself upward before actually speaking. "But for now, I need you to keep quiet. I can't let that.. Excuse my foul tongue, bitch to know what's going on in her castle. Gods, I can't believe anyone would choose someone as bitter and foul as her.. Then again, wealthy family that spoils children doesn't always make it out so well." @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Not sure how to take her words, she offered a supportive look instead, hoping her true intentions would reach Mariam. But what if she grew attached to life in the palace? To his majesty? To... to Daphne? She shook her head, how could she think such things? She wasn't to meddle in her Lady's affairs, her only job was to serve her as best as she could. "I will be as quiet as a mouse, I promise!" She put a finger on her lips as she said this, her eyes glimmering with honesty. Redirecting her attention to the wardrobe, she contemplated which dress would look best on her. She'd need to review them all and take away those that could possibly reveal the mark on her shoulder. @Kars

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Mariam smiled at her and gave her a quick nod of the head. She hoped she could trust her, being that it was something she had to keep secret until it was done with. She didn’t enjoy the company she had with her, though she was still unsure about his majesty and she surely felt annoyed by her majesty aswell. Something felt off about her. She was odd, rude, but something just felt.. Off. @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

She wasn't a stylist, far from it, so it was quite the task to pick the dress that would compliment her Lady's features as best as possible. But after a good minute of pondering and walking back and forth in front of the wardrobe, lightly brushing her fingers against the precious textiles, the mumbles to herself came to a stop. "How about this one, my Lady, what do you think?" Almost immediately after showcasing the dress, Daphne couldn't help but look away, embarrassed. "I-I'm not sure if it's to your tastes, though..." @Kars

Mariam looked up at the dress and a small smile came across her face. "Daphne, it's utterly wonderful. It's not something I'm use to wearing though.. It's something very nice. Luxury. And I haven't had such. It is always good to try things." She said, turning to her before taking the dress down and looking at it. She was worried, no doubt, but perhaps there was a turn of events that would happen. Hopefully. @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

With a reassured smile, she handed her the dress and helped the woman get into the clothes, with all the undergarments and petticoats and layers it meant. Once this was done, she hurried to the vanity and got a couple of makeup tools out, in case she wanted to add a touch of something. But truth be told, to Daphne, Lady Mariam was pretty enough just the way she was. @Kars

Mariam stood for a long time in the mirror. Sure, she had worn clothes that she deemed fancy but this. These layers made of expensive fabric, layers that were worth more than her family name. She had only put a bit of color to her lips, and she quietly brushed her hair to the side. She doesn't know what to say. She wondered if she should be emotional, though instead she just looked sad. What if things didn't work? She had too many thoughts. "..Do I look alright?" She asks, turning to her. @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

Standing behind her to make sure the dress fell correctly, she got back up when Mariam turned to her and clasped her hands together, sparkles in her eyes. "You look wonderful, I doubt anyone could say otherwise!" "Except of course, Her Highness....but such a serpent's tongue this woman," she thought to herself, giving a smile to her Lady. The reason her eyes were sparkling so much wasn't only because she looked stunning, and with so little makeup or accessories, but also because the dress was so... she didn't have the words, but she knew she picked the perfect dress. Out of all the ones in the closet, this was the most appropriate and suiting for Lady Mariam. And in a way, Daphne was a bit jealous. The kind of soft jealousy you feel when you see someone beautiful wearing a very flattering outfit. @Kars

Mariam wasn’t use to the texture of the fabric but it’s not something that will complicate all other things including the dinner they were having. She fixed the sleeve to cover the big symbol that lay on her shoulder. She wondered what would happen once she did go to the dinner, she wondered if her highness would lose her cool about everything. Though, seeing the look on Daphne’s face said everything. She felt pretty, and she looked pretty too. “..You think this will.. Work or.. Work well?” @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

With a bright and reassuring smile, Daphne tilted her head to the side. "I'm sure it will go more than well! And if her Highness says something..." she dragged her sentence, realizing that she was speaking without thinking beforehand. "I'm sure his Highness will defend you." As the words left her lips, she realized that she didn't know much about him. Part of it was because she was a lady's servant, part of it was because he wasn't as....loud as her Highness. She had never heard other maids complain about his behavior or the way he spoke to others, and even from Alastair she didn't hear much.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he did was let out a sigh. Sitting on the side of the bed, he took his head in his hands and closed his eyes again. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being watched, he joined his hands in a prayer. Friedric wasn't a very religious man, but he was so desperate that he was almost ready to try anything. If he failed with Mariam also... what would happen to him? To what limits would he have to go to finally have an heir? @Kars

Mariam nodded slowly as she turned back to the door. She had heard things about her royal highness and she was not exactly happy they were true but she also wasn’t entirely sure about his royal highness either. She was holding a secret, something that couldn’t exactly get out no matter what. This was for family, to keep her sister alive. She shifted uncomfortably in the gown for a moment before she turned to Daphne with a somewhat smile. “Well as uh.. As long as things go smoothly. I’m ready. I think. Just never really.. Had dinner in fancy things before. Or a fancy dinner whatsoever.” She said, shifting to the side as she carefully walked around the room. She’s testing how to walk in the dress, making sure her symbol isn’t showing if she moves or stirs left or right before she turns to her again. @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

A light knock on the door announced Alastair and put an end to Friedric's prayer. The older man informed his master of the news and schedule of the day while he helped him dress. Once he was ready, he promptly left the bedroom, his determined footsteps leading him down the hall and near Mariam's chamber. Far from him the idea of spying on her or harassing her, but he wanted to make sure she was alright. Her good acclimatization to the palace seemed like a personal duty to him.

Closing the closet and putting the makeup items back into the vanity, she chuckled lightly. "I have no doubts you will get used to it soon, my Lady." Her gaze drifting to the scenery outside the window, she had a shiver run through her body and turned to face Mariam once again, although her eyes tended to avoid locking onto hers. "So, uhm, after the meal with His and Her Highnesses you will meet with the court tailor to take your measurements..." Finally looking into her eyes, a light of determination shone in hers. "I will arrange things so that your secret is kept hidden, please do not worry." @Kars

Mariam smiled at Daphne and fixed the curls hanging at the lower ends of her hair before she turned to her again. “Measurements? As in uh.. Ofc that sort of thing.. I uh.. This may sound like an odd question, is there anything I should be aware of when I uh.. Have a heir of the sort?” She asked, her face flushing slightly as she shifted in standing. It was an uncomfortable question, but it was something she needed to ask. @MMS (Martin-Maraiste)

The young girl tilted her head at the question then grew pink trying to hide her embarrassement and lack of knowledge on the topic. "I- I'm not sure my Lady, perhaps you'd want to have a discussion with the midwife of the palace?" she bowed slightly. "I'm really sorry I'm not well educated on the subject."

Walking down the hall, he quickly reached Mariam's door and knocked softly on it, Alastair standing a few steps behind him. "My Lady?" he asked through the door so that she didn't feel the obligation to open it if she wasn't ready. "Are you feeling any better? Will you do use the delight of eating with us today?" @Kars

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