Post by Elvander on Jul 29, 2019 19:57:31 GMT
Poppy was lonely, and she needed a drink. Her time at court was nowhere near as wonderful and exciting and she had dreamed it would be. She imagined this was due in part to the way she'd isolated herself from Evolet after their explosive, unexpected night together. Poppy's heart longed for Evolet's love, but she knew that the princess would never choose her. Arabella was too busy with her books or with Blake to spend time with her. Poppy was an ambitious girl, but the people in Nethilor's court were simply too uninteresting to try to get to know. So she came here, to Nethilor's favorite pub, to see if the world outside the castle wars held more wonder than the riches of court life.
She wore simple clothing, a plain brown dress she'd stolen from a servant in order to disguise her riches. Her dark hair was braided neatly, but not ornately. Only her perfect posture and porcelain, soft skin would betray her wealthy upbringing. She sipped on wine rather than ale, her large blue eyes tracking the movement in the tavern.
She wore simple clothing, a plain brown dress she'd stolen from a servant in order to disguise her riches. Her dark hair was braided neatly, but not ornately. Only her perfect posture and porcelain, soft skin would betray her wealthy upbringing. She sipped on wine rather than ale, her large blue eyes tracking the movement in the tavern.