[ I forgot about Camille... Oh well. ]
Camille tried to catch her breath, knowing His Majesty was one to get irritated easily, so she sucked in a huge inhale before exhaling deeply. She had finished her late breakfast and hoped His Royal Pain in the a** wouldn't mind her tardiness. She was one of many advisors, messengers, or as the maids liked to call her 'The Loyal Mutt'. She ran several errands for him, organized events, files, or whatever he saw fit and rather did anything he asked. Sure, it was a menial job but Camille felt it best to keep close to him. It surely was the safest and surely was more interesting than traveling Wonderland for who knew how long.
Camille took a large swallow, yet her mouth was dry from the bread and cheese, and hugged the many papers about her bodice before entering a side door near the stage where the throne sat. Seeing Catherine slink her way up, Camille knew that it would be best to leave the two alone. She frowned dissapprovingly at what she nicknamed Catherine 'The Whore', and retreated back out the door, fearing to get scolded. It was well known to keep out of that room when Catherine came. Of course, it wasn't like Camille feared Catherine, no, but it'd be worse to have to watch whatever bull she was pulling to entertain that man.
So Camille sighed with slight relief and let the door click behind her. She took a step forward, feeling that it'd be best to order around some maids to prepare some tea and snacks but that thought came to a halt when Camille dropped her papers about the velvet carpet. She cursed silently to herself and bent to pick them up, trying to put them back in order.
Camille tried to catch her breath, knowing His Majesty was one to get irritated easily, so she sucked in a huge inhale before exhaling deeply. She had finished her late breakfast and hoped His Royal Pain in the a** wouldn't mind her tardiness. She was one of many advisors, messengers, or as the maids liked to call her 'The Loyal Mutt'. She ran several errands for him, organized events, files, or whatever he saw fit and rather did anything he asked. Sure, it was a menial job but Camille felt it best to keep close to him. It surely was the safest and surely was more interesting than traveling Wonderland for who knew how long.
Camille took a large swallow, yet her mouth was dry from the bread and cheese, and hugged the many papers about her bodice before entering a side door near the stage where the throne sat. Seeing Catherine slink her way up, Camille knew that it would be best to leave the two alone. She frowned dissapprovingly at what she nicknamed Catherine 'The Whore', and retreated back out the door, fearing to get scolded. It was well known to keep out of that room when Catherine came. Of course, it wasn't like Camille feared Catherine, no, but it'd be worse to have to watch whatever bull she was pulling to entertain that man.
So Camille sighed with slight relief and let the door click behind her. She took a step forward, feeling that it'd be best to order around some maids to prepare some tea and snacks but that thought came to a halt when Camille dropped her papers about the velvet carpet. She cursed silently to herself and bent to pick them up, trying to put them back in order.
