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When you were born to the very finest it was not that you possessed some kind of god given divinity for good health (though it was possible that such a blessed could too be bestowed) but that you simply held the kind of lifestyle that encouraged and supported a healthy body.
Persephone ate the finest of foods, she drank the cleanest of waters. She was always expected to dress appropriately and had a thousand gowns and outfits that she might choose to wear based on the temperature of the day. She was expected to bath and oil her body, hair and skin every day in order to maintain her beauty and appearance. Together, the life of a royal - though a blessing in many ways - was also an assurance of health and fortitude.
Yet, for some reason, today Persephone had been struck down.
As she woke with the dawnbreak, as was her custom and habit, Persephone's eyes were harder to open, her head heavier to lift. She moved in order to bring herself to upright in her bed and yet felt the immediate desire to lay back down.
When she would normally rise, swing her legs from beneath the covers in her silken chiton, this time, her knees curled up towards her and her body bent low, her palms resting on the gossamer covers of her bed's fine linen.
Swallowing hard, Persephone felt a thickness, a heat in the back of her thought, felt her neck tighten and the skin at the base of her throat and down between her breasts feel hot to the touch.
Closing her eyes, her eyelashes casting a downward arc of shadow over her cheeks, she swallowed again, this time noting the thickness of her tongue and the tension in her temples. Her hair felt damp where it stuck to the back of her neck and clung to her shoulder blades instead of hanging loose and light over her back.
Feeling physically weak and her eyes seemed to blur just a little, Persephone blinked away the sensation and swung her legs from the bed with determination. She had much to see to that day - a full schedule of meetings, her father's administration tasks to see to and Emilia's studies to inspect.
Even at the age of fifteen, Persephone was determined to see duty victor over selfish desires to turn back to her bed and find her health once more lost in a dreamless but feverish sleep. No. She could be Persephone another day. Today, she was Princess of Athenia, and she needed to get out of bed and see to her daily ablutions. Which one of her ladies maids would be coming to help her with any moment…
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Persephone was very rarely ill.
When you were born to the very finest it was not that you possessed some kind of god given divinity for good health (though it was possible that such a blessed could too be bestowed) but that you simply held the kind of lifestyle that encouraged and supported a healthy body.
Persephone ate the finest of foods, she drank the cleanest of waters. She was always expected to dress appropriately and had a thousand gowns and outfits that she might choose to wear based on the temperature of the day. She was expected to bath and oil her body, hair and skin every day in order to maintain her beauty and appearance. Together, the life of a royal - though a blessing in many ways - was also an assurance of health and fortitude.
Yet, for some reason, today Persephone had been struck down.
As she woke with the dawnbreak, as was her custom and habit, Persephone's eyes were harder to open, her head heavier to lift. She moved in order to bring herself to upright in her bed and yet felt the immediate desire to lay back down.
When she would normally rise, swing her legs from beneath the covers in her silken chiton, this time, her knees curled up towards her and her body bent low, her palms resting on the gossamer covers of her bed's fine linen.
Swallowing hard, Persephone felt a thickness, a heat in the back of her thought, felt her neck tighten and the skin at the base of her throat and down between her breasts feel hot to the touch.
Closing her eyes, her eyelashes casting a downward arc of shadow over her cheeks, she swallowed again, this time noting the thickness of her tongue and the tension in her temples. Her hair felt damp where it stuck to the back of her neck and clung to her shoulder blades instead of hanging loose and light over her back.
Feeling physically weak and her eyes seemed to blur just a little, Persephone blinked away the sensation and swung her legs from the bed with determination. She had much to see to that day - a full schedule of meetings, her father's administration tasks to see to and Emilia's studies to inspect.
Even at the age of fifteen, Persephone was determined to see duty victor over selfish desires to turn back to her bed and find her health once more lost in a dreamless but feverish sleep. No. She could be Persephone another day. Today, she was Princess of Athenia, and she needed to get out of bed and see to her daily ablutions. Which one of her ladies maids would be coming to help her with any moment…
Persephone was very rarely ill.
When you were born to the very finest it was not that you possessed some kind of god given divinity for good health (though it was possible that such a blessed could too be bestowed) but that you simply held the kind of lifestyle that encouraged and supported a healthy body.
Persephone ate the finest of foods, she drank the cleanest of waters. She was always expected to dress appropriately and had a thousand gowns and outfits that she might choose to wear based on the temperature of the day. She was expected to bath and oil her body, hair and skin every day in order to maintain her beauty and appearance. Together, the life of a royal - though a blessing in many ways - was also an assurance of health and fortitude.
Yet, for some reason, today Persephone had been struck down.
As she woke with the dawnbreak, as was her custom and habit, Persephone's eyes were harder to open, her head heavier to lift. She moved in order to bring herself to upright in her bed and yet felt the immediate desire to lay back down.
When she would normally rise, swing her legs from beneath the covers in her silken chiton, this time, her knees curled up towards her and her body bent low, her palms resting on the gossamer covers of her bed's fine linen.
Swallowing hard, Persephone felt a thickness, a heat in the back of her thought, felt her neck tighten and the skin at the base of her throat and down between her breasts feel hot to the touch.
Closing her eyes, her eyelashes casting a downward arc of shadow over her cheeks, she swallowed again, this time noting the thickness of her tongue and the tension in her temples. Her hair felt damp where it stuck to the back of her neck and clung to her shoulder blades instead of hanging loose and light over her back.
Feeling physically weak and her eyes seemed to blur just a little, Persephone blinked away the sensation and swung her legs from the bed with determination. She had much to see to that day - a full schedule of meetings, her father's administration tasks to see to and Emilia's studies to inspect.
Even at the age of fifteen, Persephone was determined to see duty victor over selfish desires to turn back to her bed and find her health once more lost in a dreamless but feverish sleep. No. She could be Persephone another day. Today, she was Princess of Athenia, and she needed to get out of bed and see to her daily ablutions. Which one of her ladies maids would be coming to help her with any moment…
Ariadne had learned a great deal in the year she had been serving at the palace under Princess Persephone. It had been a difficult year for her, but she had learned more than she ever could have at home. It also helped that the princess had become a good friend over the course of this time. If she had been horrible, Ariadne was sure that she would have left by now. There were still times that she was tempted to leave and go back to the comfort of her family, but every time that happened she thought of Persephone and knew she couldn’t do it. A year in and she was hooked. She was bound to the princess for life.
That morning, she woke early as she always did and prepared herself to go check on the princess and ready her for the day. Ari had learned a lot about caring for herself and others. Not only was she responsible for the princess, but had to make sure her own needs were met as well. Luckily, this wasn’t a completely foreign concept for her. With their father away so often while the twins were growing up, Ari had learned from an early age to rely on herself to get ready. It was only that the standards here were much higher. She had learned that quickly and vowed never to make the same mistakes again.
Today she was dressed in a loose fitting green chiton and her hair was carefully pinned up so as to not interfere with any tasks. It didn’t take her long to bathe and get ready before she was out of her room and on her way to the princess’s rooms. When she entered, Ari was surprised to find that Persephone was nowhere to be found. Usually the older girl was up and readying herself in some way. She never seemed to be asleep when Ari arrived.
Yet, the room was dark and Ari noted that her friend appeared to be in bed still, sitting at the edge. “Princess?” she called gently, moving to the girl’s side. “Is everything all right?” As she approached, Ari noted the sheen of sweat on Persephone’s body and her tired look—more than if she had not gotten enough sleep. No, this seemed worse. Concerned, Ari moved to Persephone’s side, reaching out to touch the girl’s arm. It burned to touch and confirmed to Ariadne that something was indeed wrong.
“Oh, Persephone, how long have you felt like this?” she asked. “You should have called for someone.” Her mind raced, working to find a solution to the task at hand. She had never seen Persephone sick before, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen. Ari knew what to do when Ismene was sick and felt the same was to be applied here.
“Lay back down,” she instructed gently, but firmly. “You’re not to go anywhere today. We must focus on making you better.” For all of her small eleven year old frame, Ariadne knew how to impose her will when she wanted. For the princess was not unlike her sister in some ways and Ari felt that she might fight the urge to rest and let someone take care of her.
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Ariadne had learned a great deal in the year she had been serving at the palace under Princess Persephone. It had been a difficult year for her, but she had learned more than she ever could have at home. It also helped that the princess had become a good friend over the course of this time. If she had been horrible, Ariadne was sure that she would have left by now. There were still times that she was tempted to leave and go back to the comfort of her family, but every time that happened she thought of Persephone and knew she couldn’t do it. A year in and she was hooked. She was bound to the princess for life.
That morning, she woke early as she always did and prepared herself to go check on the princess and ready her for the day. Ari had learned a lot about caring for herself and others. Not only was she responsible for the princess, but had to make sure her own needs were met as well. Luckily, this wasn’t a completely foreign concept for her. With their father away so often while the twins were growing up, Ari had learned from an early age to rely on herself to get ready. It was only that the standards here were much higher. She had learned that quickly and vowed never to make the same mistakes again.
Today she was dressed in a loose fitting green chiton and her hair was carefully pinned up so as to not interfere with any tasks. It didn’t take her long to bathe and get ready before she was out of her room and on her way to the princess’s rooms. When she entered, Ari was surprised to find that Persephone was nowhere to be found. Usually the older girl was up and readying herself in some way. She never seemed to be asleep when Ari arrived.
Yet, the room was dark and Ari noted that her friend appeared to be in bed still, sitting at the edge. “Princess?” she called gently, moving to the girl’s side. “Is everything all right?” As she approached, Ari noted the sheen of sweat on Persephone’s body and her tired look—more than if she had not gotten enough sleep. No, this seemed worse. Concerned, Ari moved to Persephone’s side, reaching out to touch the girl’s arm. It burned to touch and confirmed to Ariadne that something was indeed wrong.
“Oh, Persephone, how long have you felt like this?” she asked. “You should have called for someone.” Her mind raced, working to find a solution to the task at hand. She had never seen Persephone sick before, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen. Ari knew what to do when Ismene was sick and felt the same was to be applied here.
“Lay back down,” she instructed gently, but firmly. “You’re not to go anywhere today. We must focus on making you better.” For all of her small eleven year old frame, Ariadne knew how to impose her will when she wanted. For the princess was not unlike her sister in some ways and Ari felt that she might fight the urge to rest and let someone take care of her.
Ariadne had learned a great deal in the year she had been serving at the palace under Princess Persephone. It had been a difficult year for her, but she had learned more than she ever could have at home. It also helped that the princess had become a good friend over the course of this time. If she had been horrible, Ariadne was sure that she would have left by now. There were still times that she was tempted to leave and go back to the comfort of her family, but every time that happened she thought of Persephone and knew she couldn’t do it. A year in and she was hooked. She was bound to the princess for life.
That morning, she woke early as she always did and prepared herself to go check on the princess and ready her for the day. Ari had learned a lot about caring for herself and others. Not only was she responsible for the princess, but had to make sure her own needs were met as well. Luckily, this wasn’t a completely foreign concept for her. With their father away so often while the twins were growing up, Ari had learned from an early age to rely on herself to get ready. It was only that the standards here were much higher. She had learned that quickly and vowed never to make the same mistakes again.
Today she was dressed in a loose fitting green chiton and her hair was carefully pinned up so as to not interfere with any tasks. It didn’t take her long to bathe and get ready before she was out of her room and on her way to the princess’s rooms. When she entered, Ari was surprised to find that Persephone was nowhere to be found. Usually the older girl was up and readying herself in some way. She never seemed to be asleep when Ari arrived.
Yet, the room was dark and Ari noted that her friend appeared to be in bed still, sitting at the edge. “Princess?” she called gently, moving to the girl’s side. “Is everything all right?” As she approached, Ari noted the sheen of sweat on Persephone’s body and her tired look—more than if she had not gotten enough sleep. No, this seemed worse. Concerned, Ari moved to Persephone’s side, reaching out to touch the girl’s arm. It burned to touch and confirmed to Ariadne that something was indeed wrong.
“Oh, Persephone, how long have you felt like this?” she asked. “You should have called for someone.” Her mind raced, working to find a solution to the task at hand. She had never seen Persephone sick before, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen. Ari knew what to do when Ismene was sick and felt the same was to be applied here.
“Lay back down,” she instructed gently, but firmly. “You’re not to go anywhere today. We must focus on making you better.” For all of her small eleven year old frame, Ariadne knew how to impose her will when she wanted. For the princess was not unlike her sister in some ways and Ari felt that she might fight the urge to rest and let someone take care of her.
The young girl Ariadne - bestowed with a name that meant purity and holiness - was all that her given title preordained. Despite being one of the newest ladies maids in Persephone's employ - for she held near a dozen of them total - her sweet disposition and open mind and heart had seen that she crawled into Persephone's in the early days of their arrangement.
Not that becoming her maid had been the first time Ariadne had ever made herself known to Persephone. Growing up, Persephone had visiting a man whom she had enjoyed the company of - the paternal feeling of security that he brought to those around him - and had, in turn, met and associated with his two daughters. Whilst she had found more in common on a personal level with the daughter Ismene, Persephone had grown a fondness and friendly association with both.
When their family had run into financial difficulties, as seemed an unfortunate and common occurrence for their household, Persephone had taken on Ariadne as a ladies maid, sensing that her softer nature would serve her better in a role of servitude. Her generosity and giving disposition already suited to be the support of another.
A lady's maid, of course, was not solely a servant or slave to their mistress. But also a friend. And Ariadne had proven an intellect and usefulness behind her kindly ways that Persephone had only seen used to benefit her role as a retainer to the princess of the kingdom. Especially as many had chosen to made sideways comments over the appointment of a commoner to a role that even the highest of nobles and royals might have aspired to hold. Ariadne was forced to face confrontation from all those who defied such a break in tradition and she had weathered them all with a maturity beyond her years.
Not to mention the fact that Persephone had genuinely just grown to like the girl.
When it was her voice rather than any other maid that entered the room, Persephone was simultaneously pleased and resentful of the Fates. For one, she did not wish to show her manner of weakness to the older ladies within her retainers - for they would have comment and judgement to pass. But also, she had always prided herself in being an example to Ariadne; a benefactor and role model, in a similar manner to how she might in turn be to her sister Emilia. She did not wish to disappoint the girl whom she had adopted as something between a friend and a charge.
"I am well." Persephone denied the assessment the girl made of her feverish and sweating skin and her fogging mind. Truth be told, she had felt herself growing sluggish the previous afternoon but had considered it simple fatigue. A night of uninterrupted sleep had been supposed to cure her of such symptoms. Instead, she had arisen feeling only worse.
She was shaking her head when the girl insisted that she return to laying down, that she hole herself up within her room for the day. Her hands moved to the soft wool of her bed's padding and her frame leant forwards as she made to stand, despite the dizziness that swam through her head as she rose.
"I have meetings to tend to and must dress. Help me, Ari." This last was accompanied by a gesture towards the chair that bore her gown and fine raiment for the day.
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The young girl Ariadne - bestowed with a name that meant purity and holiness - was all that her given title preordained. Despite being one of the newest ladies maids in Persephone's employ - for she held near a dozen of them total - her sweet disposition and open mind and heart had seen that she crawled into Persephone's in the early days of their arrangement.
Not that becoming her maid had been the first time Ariadne had ever made herself known to Persephone. Growing up, Persephone had visiting a man whom she had enjoyed the company of - the paternal feeling of security that he brought to those around him - and had, in turn, met and associated with his two daughters. Whilst she had found more in common on a personal level with the daughter Ismene, Persephone had grown a fondness and friendly association with both.
When their family had run into financial difficulties, as seemed an unfortunate and common occurrence for their household, Persephone had taken on Ariadne as a ladies maid, sensing that her softer nature would serve her better in a role of servitude. Her generosity and giving disposition already suited to be the support of another.
A lady's maid, of course, was not solely a servant or slave to their mistress. But also a friend. And Ariadne had proven an intellect and usefulness behind her kindly ways that Persephone had only seen used to benefit her role as a retainer to the princess of the kingdom. Especially as many had chosen to made sideways comments over the appointment of a commoner to a role that even the highest of nobles and royals might have aspired to hold. Ariadne was forced to face confrontation from all those who defied such a break in tradition and she had weathered them all with a maturity beyond her years.
Not to mention the fact that Persephone had genuinely just grown to like the girl.
When it was her voice rather than any other maid that entered the room, Persephone was simultaneously pleased and resentful of the Fates. For one, she did not wish to show her manner of weakness to the older ladies within her retainers - for they would have comment and judgement to pass. But also, she had always prided herself in being an example to Ariadne; a benefactor and role model, in a similar manner to how she might in turn be to her sister Emilia. She did not wish to disappoint the girl whom she had adopted as something between a friend and a charge.
"I am well." Persephone denied the assessment the girl made of her feverish and sweating skin and her fogging mind. Truth be told, she had felt herself growing sluggish the previous afternoon but had considered it simple fatigue. A night of uninterrupted sleep had been supposed to cure her of such symptoms. Instead, she had arisen feeling only worse.
She was shaking her head when the girl insisted that she return to laying down, that she hole herself up within her room for the day. Her hands moved to the soft wool of her bed's padding and her frame leant forwards as she made to stand, despite the dizziness that swam through her head as she rose.
"I have meetings to tend to and must dress. Help me, Ari." This last was accompanied by a gesture towards the chair that bore her gown and fine raiment for the day.
The young girl Ariadne - bestowed with a name that meant purity and holiness - was all that her given title preordained. Despite being one of the newest ladies maids in Persephone's employ - for she held near a dozen of them total - her sweet disposition and open mind and heart had seen that she crawled into Persephone's in the early days of their arrangement.
Not that becoming her maid had been the first time Ariadne had ever made herself known to Persephone. Growing up, Persephone had visiting a man whom she had enjoyed the company of - the paternal feeling of security that he brought to those around him - and had, in turn, met and associated with his two daughters. Whilst she had found more in common on a personal level with the daughter Ismene, Persephone had grown a fondness and friendly association with both.
When their family had run into financial difficulties, as seemed an unfortunate and common occurrence for their household, Persephone had taken on Ariadne as a ladies maid, sensing that her softer nature would serve her better in a role of servitude. Her generosity and giving disposition already suited to be the support of another.
A lady's maid, of course, was not solely a servant or slave to their mistress. But also a friend. And Ariadne had proven an intellect and usefulness behind her kindly ways that Persephone had only seen used to benefit her role as a retainer to the princess of the kingdom. Especially as many had chosen to made sideways comments over the appointment of a commoner to a role that even the highest of nobles and royals might have aspired to hold. Ariadne was forced to face confrontation from all those who defied such a break in tradition and she had weathered them all with a maturity beyond her years.
Not to mention the fact that Persephone had genuinely just grown to like the girl.
When it was her voice rather than any other maid that entered the room, Persephone was simultaneously pleased and resentful of the Fates. For one, she did not wish to show her manner of weakness to the older ladies within her retainers - for they would have comment and judgement to pass. But also, she had always prided herself in being an example to Ariadne; a benefactor and role model, in a similar manner to how she might in turn be to her sister Emilia. She did not wish to disappoint the girl whom she had adopted as something between a friend and a charge.
"I am well." Persephone denied the assessment the girl made of her feverish and sweating skin and her fogging mind. Truth be told, she had felt herself growing sluggish the previous afternoon but had considered it simple fatigue. A night of uninterrupted sleep had been supposed to cure her of such symptoms. Instead, she had arisen feeling only worse.
She was shaking her head when the girl insisted that she return to laying down, that she hole herself up within her room for the day. Her hands moved to the soft wool of her bed's padding and her frame leant forwards as she made to stand, despite the dizziness that swam through her head as she rose.
"I have meetings to tend to and must dress. Help me, Ari." This last was accompanied by a gesture towards the chair that bore her gown and fine raiment for the day.
If Ariadne had learned anything in the past year, it was that the princess could be exceptionally stubborn. She had clearly been used to getting her way all her life and there was nothing much that could be done about that. Of course, Ari had hardly ever witnessed Persephone asking for something that was woefully undue. She took her role as princess seriously and tried to do good by everyone. So the girl had hardly found any of the princess’ requests unreasonable.
Yet, Ariadne would certainly say that this was unreasonable. Persephone was warm to the touch and clearly looked like she had a sickness about her. The best thing for her to do would be to rest now when the illness was still young rather than push herself too hard and make it worse. However, the determined look on the princess’ face told Ariadne that that was not going to happen. At least for now. Ari hoped that Persephone would change her mind before she had a chance to leave the room. And for that to happen, Ari would have to move slowly.
She was a quick study and learned how to move and behave around the princess. She was efficient in her work already, though only practicing it for about a year. Ari knew how to dress the princess and knew that it wasn’t to be some fuss. That was not what Persephone liked or was accustomed to. Yet, for her to realize that she was properly sick, perhaps she needed to spend some extra time getting ready, feeling unwell. If she could hardly walk out of the room, perhaps Ari could convince her to go back to bed.
“Perhaps you might want a bath first, Princess?” Ari suggested gently. “We have time.” She could send a few notices to the meetings, indicating the need for a time change. That would be no problem. As Persephone stood, Ari could clearly see that the older girl was dizzy. She swayed in place briefly, prompting Ari to move closer should Persephone be in danger of falling.
“Are you sure you’re well, Princess?” Ari asked again, hovering halfway between Persephone and the dress. She hoped that the princess wouldn’t be too angry with her, but Ari was only trying to look out for her friend. “Surely your meetings will understand the need to postpone.”
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If Ariadne had learned anything in the past year, it was that the princess could be exceptionally stubborn. She had clearly been used to getting her way all her life and there was nothing much that could be done about that. Of course, Ari had hardly ever witnessed Persephone asking for something that was woefully undue. She took her role as princess seriously and tried to do good by everyone. So the girl had hardly found any of the princess’ requests unreasonable.
Yet, Ariadne would certainly say that this was unreasonable. Persephone was warm to the touch and clearly looked like she had a sickness about her. The best thing for her to do would be to rest now when the illness was still young rather than push herself too hard and make it worse. However, the determined look on the princess’ face told Ariadne that that was not going to happen. At least for now. Ari hoped that Persephone would change her mind before she had a chance to leave the room. And for that to happen, Ari would have to move slowly.
She was a quick study and learned how to move and behave around the princess. She was efficient in her work already, though only practicing it for about a year. Ari knew how to dress the princess and knew that it wasn’t to be some fuss. That was not what Persephone liked or was accustomed to. Yet, for her to realize that she was properly sick, perhaps she needed to spend some extra time getting ready, feeling unwell. If she could hardly walk out of the room, perhaps Ari could convince her to go back to bed.
“Perhaps you might want a bath first, Princess?” Ari suggested gently. “We have time.” She could send a few notices to the meetings, indicating the need for a time change. That would be no problem. As Persephone stood, Ari could clearly see that the older girl was dizzy. She swayed in place briefly, prompting Ari to move closer should Persephone be in danger of falling.
“Are you sure you’re well, Princess?” Ari asked again, hovering halfway between Persephone and the dress. She hoped that the princess wouldn’t be too angry with her, but Ari was only trying to look out for her friend. “Surely your meetings will understand the need to postpone.”
If Ariadne had learned anything in the past year, it was that the princess could be exceptionally stubborn. She had clearly been used to getting her way all her life and there was nothing much that could be done about that. Of course, Ari had hardly ever witnessed Persephone asking for something that was woefully undue. She took her role as princess seriously and tried to do good by everyone. So the girl had hardly found any of the princess’ requests unreasonable.
Yet, Ariadne would certainly say that this was unreasonable. Persephone was warm to the touch and clearly looked like she had a sickness about her. The best thing for her to do would be to rest now when the illness was still young rather than push herself too hard and make it worse. However, the determined look on the princess’ face told Ariadne that that was not going to happen. At least for now. Ari hoped that Persephone would change her mind before she had a chance to leave the room. And for that to happen, Ari would have to move slowly.
She was a quick study and learned how to move and behave around the princess. She was efficient in her work already, though only practicing it for about a year. Ari knew how to dress the princess and knew that it wasn’t to be some fuss. That was not what Persephone liked or was accustomed to. Yet, for her to realize that she was properly sick, perhaps she needed to spend some extra time getting ready, feeling unwell. If she could hardly walk out of the room, perhaps Ari could convince her to go back to bed.
“Perhaps you might want a bath first, Princess?” Ari suggested gently. “We have time.” She could send a few notices to the meetings, indicating the need for a time change. That would be no problem. As Persephone stood, Ari could clearly see that the older girl was dizzy. She swayed in place briefly, prompting Ari to move closer should Persephone be in danger of falling.
“Are you sure you’re well, Princess?” Ari asked again, hovering halfway between Persephone and the dress. She hoped that the princess wouldn’t be too angry with her, but Ari was only trying to look out for her friend. “Surely your meetings will understand the need to postpone.”
Had such an incident of illness struck Persephone in her later years, she would have seen reason and followed Ariadne's directives. By the time she reached her second decade, Persephone would recognise the benefit in striking an illness in its early days; in utilising her time as efficiently as possible. It would behove her to rest abed for the day, become well and be able to handle her duties and responsibilities for the weeks to come. By insisting on going about her day, she was risking a longer stint kept in her rooms and treated for ill health, the detrimental effects to such duties greater. As an adult, Persephone would have been able to recognise this.
Yet, at only fifteen years of age and now after the loss of her mother, Persephone was at her most stubborn - her most determined to follow the line of princess-dom to excess. Her father had fallen into a quiet sort of attitude of detachment. His grief had taken him from his own mind. Her sister needed a mother and guide in her life that Persephone was the only blooded female that could offer her such a thing under the Xanthos name.
Now, here she was with a girl who had been taken into her charge as a retainer - a younger, blooming female who also needed an example of how to interact with the world.
At the loss of her mother, Persephone's maternal duties had gone into overdrive and now served to her own prideful difficulties.
When Ariadne hovered over her as she stood, Persephone simply inhaled slowly through her nose and moved to stand straighter, her spine falling into its most natural position of regal posture and her bones locking to hold her in place.
"Quite." She stated, assuring the girl that she was holding true to her delusion that she was healthy.
Yet, when Ariadne offered the idea of a bathe, she opened her mouth to deny the suggestion, only to pause. In the dawning sunlight, the rays from the balcony set her skin glistening and Persephone could see sweat upon her own chest and limbs.
She would not be able to attend to others if she smelt of body and heat.
"A bathe would be appropriate." She yielded, hoping that the heat of the water would clear her head...
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Had such an incident of illness struck Persephone in her later years, she would have seen reason and followed Ariadne's directives. By the time she reached her second decade, Persephone would recognise the benefit in striking an illness in its early days; in utilising her time as efficiently as possible. It would behove her to rest abed for the day, become well and be able to handle her duties and responsibilities for the weeks to come. By insisting on going about her day, she was risking a longer stint kept in her rooms and treated for ill health, the detrimental effects to such duties greater. As an adult, Persephone would have been able to recognise this.
Yet, at only fifteen years of age and now after the loss of her mother, Persephone was at her most stubborn - her most determined to follow the line of princess-dom to excess. Her father had fallen into a quiet sort of attitude of detachment. His grief had taken him from his own mind. Her sister needed a mother and guide in her life that Persephone was the only blooded female that could offer her such a thing under the Xanthos name.
Now, here she was with a girl who had been taken into her charge as a retainer - a younger, blooming female who also needed an example of how to interact with the world.
At the loss of her mother, Persephone's maternal duties had gone into overdrive and now served to her own prideful difficulties.
When Ariadne hovered over her as she stood, Persephone simply inhaled slowly through her nose and moved to stand straighter, her spine falling into its most natural position of regal posture and her bones locking to hold her in place.
"Quite." She stated, assuring the girl that she was holding true to her delusion that she was healthy.
Yet, when Ariadne offered the idea of a bathe, she opened her mouth to deny the suggestion, only to pause. In the dawning sunlight, the rays from the balcony set her skin glistening and Persephone could see sweat upon her own chest and limbs.
She would not be able to attend to others if she smelt of body and heat.
"A bathe would be appropriate." She yielded, hoping that the heat of the water would clear her head...
Had such an incident of illness struck Persephone in her later years, she would have seen reason and followed Ariadne's directives. By the time she reached her second decade, Persephone would recognise the benefit in striking an illness in its early days; in utilising her time as efficiently as possible. It would behove her to rest abed for the day, become well and be able to handle her duties and responsibilities for the weeks to come. By insisting on going about her day, she was risking a longer stint kept in her rooms and treated for ill health, the detrimental effects to such duties greater. As an adult, Persephone would have been able to recognise this.
Yet, at only fifteen years of age and now after the loss of her mother, Persephone was at her most stubborn - her most determined to follow the line of princess-dom to excess. Her father had fallen into a quiet sort of attitude of detachment. His grief had taken him from his own mind. Her sister needed a mother and guide in her life that Persephone was the only blooded female that could offer her such a thing under the Xanthos name.
Now, here she was with a girl who had been taken into her charge as a retainer - a younger, blooming female who also needed an example of how to interact with the world.
At the loss of her mother, Persephone's maternal duties had gone into overdrive and now served to her own prideful difficulties.
When Ariadne hovered over her as she stood, Persephone simply inhaled slowly through her nose and moved to stand straighter, her spine falling into its most natural position of regal posture and her bones locking to hold her in place.
"Quite." She stated, assuring the girl that she was holding true to her delusion that she was healthy.
Yet, when Ariadne offered the idea of a bathe, she opened her mouth to deny the suggestion, only to pause. In the dawning sunlight, the rays from the balcony set her skin glistening and Persephone could see sweat upon her own chest and limbs.
She would not be able to attend to others if she smelt of body and heat.
"A bathe would be appropriate." She yielded, hoping that the heat of the water would clear her head...
Ariadne greatly admired the princess. She had always been impressed by the grace Persephone had shown, even though she was only a few years older than Ari. The younger girl felt like she was never going to grow into someone with as much grace and poise as Persephone. Even in sickness, Persephone seemed have more poise than Ariadne did on an average day. The young retainer had no doubt that if she really wanted, the princess would manage to go about her duties, despite her current state. However, the longer that Ariadne looked at Persephone, the more she doubted that would be possible. No matter what willpower the older girl possessed, surely her strength would give out at some point through the day.
This was one of many moments Ariadne thought of her family. She wished for her sister right now. Even though she wasn’t a healer yet, Ismene had grand dreams of becoming one. She had already taken an interest in such things. She would have many better ideas beyond a bath. Ideas for how to actually heal Persephone. Of course, there were such people about the palati, the girl remembered on second thought. Still, it would have been nice to have Isi here. She would know what to do.
Even as Persephone professed to being well, Ariadne hid her true expression. Had this been her in this situation, her sister surely would have called her a fool and had forced her to stay in bed. Of course, that was not an option here. She very well couldn’t call the princess a fool. But perhaps she could convince her that bed was where she ought to be. And if Persephone wouldn’t agree to that, then Ariadne would do her best to help her excel through the day. That was her job and she would do it without objection.
“Yes, a bath,” she replied, happy that the princess finally agreed. Ariadne stepped away to indicate to a servant outside to bring hot water and began preparing the area for Persephone to bathe. She glanced at her lady briefly, seeing her sitting still on the bed. It was not long before the bath was prepared, warm water entering the room. Ariadne made her way back to Persephone’s side, offering an arm to lean on. That wasn’t customary of the bathing ritual, but Ari thought it might be appropriate to help the princess this time.
“Come, your highness. It’s ready,” she said gently, leading the princess to the bath. She fretted once again about calling a healer, especially given that Persephone seemed determined to walk out and carry on with her day. Perhaps she would see reason to that soon. Ariadne could see the sweat dripping off Persephone’s body. Her arm felt hot to hold and Ari wasn’t sure that a hot bath would right, but at least the princess could feel clean. There was nothing better than that when feeling ill.
As she helped Persephone into the bath, Ariadne kept quiet, not really sure if any idle chatter would really help with anything. “When you’re done with the bath, would you like me to fetch you some tea? My sister always gives me peppermint tea when I’m feeling unwell.”
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Ariadne greatly admired the princess. She had always been impressed by the grace Persephone had shown, even though she was only a few years older than Ari. The younger girl felt like she was never going to grow into someone with as much grace and poise as Persephone. Even in sickness, Persephone seemed have more poise than Ariadne did on an average day. The young retainer had no doubt that if she really wanted, the princess would manage to go about her duties, despite her current state. However, the longer that Ariadne looked at Persephone, the more she doubted that would be possible. No matter what willpower the older girl possessed, surely her strength would give out at some point through the day.
This was one of many moments Ariadne thought of her family. She wished for her sister right now. Even though she wasn’t a healer yet, Ismene had grand dreams of becoming one. She had already taken an interest in such things. She would have many better ideas beyond a bath. Ideas for how to actually heal Persephone. Of course, there were such people about the palati, the girl remembered on second thought. Still, it would have been nice to have Isi here. She would know what to do.
Even as Persephone professed to being well, Ariadne hid her true expression. Had this been her in this situation, her sister surely would have called her a fool and had forced her to stay in bed. Of course, that was not an option here. She very well couldn’t call the princess a fool. But perhaps she could convince her that bed was where she ought to be. And if Persephone wouldn’t agree to that, then Ariadne would do her best to help her excel through the day. That was her job and she would do it without objection.
“Yes, a bath,” she replied, happy that the princess finally agreed. Ariadne stepped away to indicate to a servant outside to bring hot water and began preparing the area for Persephone to bathe. She glanced at her lady briefly, seeing her sitting still on the bed. It was not long before the bath was prepared, warm water entering the room. Ariadne made her way back to Persephone’s side, offering an arm to lean on. That wasn’t customary of the bathing ritual, but Ari thought it might be appropriate to help the princess this time.
“Come, your highness. It’s ready,” she said gently, leading the princess to the bath. She fretted once again about calling a healer, especially given that Persephone seemed determined to walk out and carry on with her day. Perhaps she would see reason to that soon. Ariadne could see the sweat dripping off Persephone’s body. Her arm felt hot to hold and Ari wasn’t sure that a hot bath would right, but at least the princess could feel clean. There was nothing better than that when feeling ill.
As she helped Persephone into the bath, Ariadne kept quiet, not really sure if any idle chatter would really help with anything. “When you’re done with the bath, would you like me to fetch you some tea? My sister always gives me peppermint tea when I’m feeling unwell.”
Ariadne greatly admired the princess. She had always been impressed by the grace Persephone had shown, even though she was only a few years older than Ari. The younger girl felt like she was never going to grow into someone with as much grace and poise as Persephone. Even in sickness, Persephone seemed have more poise than Ariadne did on an average day. The young retainer had no doubt that if she really wanted, the princess would manage to go about her duties, despite her current state. However, the longer that Ariadne looked at Persephone, the more she doubted that would be possible. No matter what willpower the older girl possessed, surely her strength would give out at some point through the day.
This was one of many moments Ariadne thought of her family. She wished for her sister right now. Even though she wasn’t a healer yet, Ismene had grand dreams of becoming one. She had already taken an interest in such things. She would have many better ideas beyond a bath. Ideas for how to actually heal Persephone. Of course, there were such people about the palati, the girl remembered on second thought. Still, it would have been nice to have Isi here. She would know what to do.
Even as Persephone professed to being well, Ariadne hid her true expression. Had this been her in this situation, her sister surely would have called her a fool and had forced her to stay in bed. Of course, that was not an option here. She very well couldn’t call the princess a fool. But perhaps she could convince her that bed was where she ought to be. And if Persephone wouldn’t agree to that, then Ariadne would do her best to help her excel through the day. That was her job and she would do it without objection.
“Yes, a bath,” she replied, happy that the princess finally agreed. Ariadne stepped away to indicate to a servant outside to bring hot water and began preparing the area for Persephone to bathe. She glanced at her lady briefly, seeing her sitting still on the bed. It was not long before the bath was prepared, warm water entering the room. Ariadne made her way back to Persephone’s side, offering an arm to lean on. That wasn’t customary of the bathing ritual, but Ari thought it might be appropriate to help the princess this time.
“Come, your highness. It’s ready,” she said gently, leading the princess to the bath. She fretted once again about calling a healer, especially given that Persephone seemed determined to walk out and carry on with her day. Perhaps she would see reason to that soon. Ariadne could see the sweat dripping off Persephone’s body. Her arm felt hot to hold and Ari wasn’t sure that a hot bath would right, but at least the princess could feel clean. There was nothing better than that when feeling ill.
As she helped Persephone into the bath, Ariadne kept quiet, not really sure if any idle chatter would really help with anything. “When you’re done with the bath, would you like me to fetch you some tea? My sister always gives me peppermint tea when I’m feeling unwell.”
Persephone was trying to maintain the image that she was well and healthy. It was difficult, because her head was foggy and her body hot, making her breathing change from calm and sedate to a little ragged and shallow. But she was maintaining her poise all the same. When Ariadne let her go in order to arrange for the bath to be prepared, Persephone remained on her feet for a moment, but feeling a tell-tale lightness in her legs, she moved to sit on the side of the bed. Everything about her features suggested that she had simply decided to wait sitting down instead of standing up, and that it had nothing to do with her frame feeling weak or weary.
Instead she sat demurely and calmly, her hair a little tumbled and her eyes a little glazed as her retainer prepared the bath for her and ensured that all that might be necessary was arranged. She then came to aid Persephone from the bed. Whilst this was not normal and Persephone was attempting to hide the fact that she was sick, it was by this point that she had given away so many physical reactions that she knew it was pointless to try to lie to Ariadne. What she needed now was an alliance that would help see her through the day. Rather than a hovering servant that she needed to try to continue fooling.
When Ariadne took her arm, Persephone accepted it and, whilst she attempted to keep all of her weight off of the girl, was ashamed to admit that she used it a little to help guide her wobbly legs and unsteady feet across the rug of her room and towards the large wooden vessel that had been brought in for her bathing.
Upon reaching the side of the tub, Persephone unhooked her sleeping chiton from her shoulders and allowed the garden to drop to her feet, pooling around her ankles. Naked, she stepped forwards into the wooden bowl without embarrassment or issue. All of her ladies in waiting had witnessed her nudity as it was part of their responsibilities to wash and bathe her and to dress her in the mornings. The sight of her olive skin was hardly an image that they had not witnessed almost as much as she had.
Instead, Persephone focused on the warmth of the water and the way that the steam emanated from the surface and floated up to meet her as she bent low and was able to sit in the water. With her submergence, the waterline rose and she felt the warmth of the water rise to her underarms and around the blades of her shoulders. She leant forwards so that her chest came to meet her upturned thighs and her hair shifted over her shoulders to fall into the oil infused water. The drifting of her silken hair, exposed her back to be washed, in the basic routines used to the two women.
Trying to breathe in, nice and deeply in order to clear her head Persephone felt her mind fog more but her nose clear a little and tried to focus on the latter, on the positives. She swallowed as Ariadne asked if she would like some tea.
Not wishing for anything hot to add to the stupor in her head. But she felt a hollowness in her belly that suggested something else.
"A chilled drink perhaps." She suggested. There was a cold room in the kitchens where the fruit juices and other perishables were kept. "And something to eat." She swallowed again and felt the dry furriness in her mouth. Perhaps something fresh would wipe away the uncomfortable feeling over her teeth and tongue.
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Persephone was trying to maintain the image that she was well and healthy. It was difficult, because her head was foggy and her body hot, making her breathing change from calm and sedate to a little ragged and shallow. But she was maintaining her poise all the same. When Ariadne let her go in order to arrange for the bath to be prepared, Persephone remained on her feet for a moment, but feeling a tell-tale lightness in her legs, she moved to sit on the side of the bed. Everything about her features suggested that she had simply decided to wait sitting down instead of standing up, and that it had nothing to do with her frame feeling weak or weary.
Instead she sat demurely and calmly, her hair a little tumbled and her eyes a little glazed as her retainer prepared the bath for her and ensured that all that might be necessary was arranged. She then came to aid Persephone from the bed. Whilst this was not normal and Persephone was attempting to hide the fact that she was sick, it was by this point that she had given away so many physical reactions that she knew it was pointless to try to lie to Ariadne. What she needed now was an alliance that would help see her through the day. Rather than a hovering servant that she needed to try to continue fooling.
When Ariadne took her arm, Persephone accepted it and, whilst she attempted to keep all of her weight off of the girl, was ashamed to admit that she used it a little to help guide her wobbly legs and unsteady feet across the rug of her room and towards the large wooden vessel that had been brought in for her bathing.
Upon reaching the side of the tub, Persephone unhooked her sleeping chiton from her shoulders and allowed the garden to drop to her feet, pooling around her ankles. Naked, she stepped forwards into the wooden bowl without embarrassment or issue. All of her ladies in waiting had witnessed her nudity as it was part of their responsibilities to wash and bathe her and to dress her in the mornings. The sight of her olive skin was hardly an image that they had not witnessed almost as much as she had.
Instead, Persephone focused on the warmth of the water and the way that the steam emanated from the surface and floated up to meet her as she bent low and was able to sit in the water. With her submergence, the waterline rose and she felt the warmth of the water rise to her underarms and around the blades of her shoulders. She leant forwards so that her chest came to meet her upturned thighs and her hair shifted over her shoulders to fall into the oil infused water. The drifting of her silken hair, exposed her back to be washed, in the basic routines used to the two women.
Trying to breathe in, nice and deeply in order to clear her head Persephone felt her mind fog more but her nose clear a little and tried to focus on the latter, on the positives. She swallowed as Ariadne asked if she would like some tea.
Not wishing for anything hot to add to the stupor in her head. But she felt a hollowness in her belly that suggested something else.
"A chilled drink perhaps." She suggested. There was a cold room in the kitchens where the fruit juices and other perishables were kept. "And something to eat." She swallowed again and felt the dry furriness in her mouth. Perhaps something fresh would wipe away the uncomfortable feeling over her teeth and tongue.
Persephone was trying to maintain the image that she was well and healthy. It was difficult, because her head was foggy and her body hot, making her breathing change from calm and sedate to a little ragged and shallow. But she was maintaining her poise all the same. When Ariadne let her go in order to arrange for the bath to be prepared, Persephone remained on her feet for a moment, but feeling a tell-tale lightness in her legs, she moved to sit on the side of the bed. Everything about her features suggested that she had simply decided to wait sitting down instead of standing up, and that it had nothing to do with her frame feeling weak or weary.
Instead she sat demurely and calmly, her hair a little tumbled and her eyes a little glazed as her retainer prepared the bath for her and ensured that all that might be necessary was arranged. She then came to aid Persephone from the bed. Whilst this was not normal and Persephone was attempting to hide the fact that she was sick, it was by this point that she had given away so many physical reactions that she knew it was pointless to try to lie to Ariadne. What she needed now was an alliance that would help see her through the day. Rather than a hovering servant that she needed to try to continue fooling.
When Ariadne took her arm, Persephone accepted it and, whilst she attempted to keep all of her weight off of the girl, was ashamed to admit that she used it a little to help guide her wobbly legs and unsteady feet across the rug of her room and towards the large wooden vessel that had been brought in for her bathing.
Upon reaching the side of the tub, Persephone unhooked her sleeping chiton from her shoulders and allowed the garden to drop to her feet, pooling around her ankles. Naked, she stepped forwards into the wooden bowl without embarrassment or issue. All of her ladies in waiting had witnessed her nudity as it was part of their responsibilities to wash and bathe her and to dress her in the mornings. The sight of her olive skin was hardly an image that they had not witnessed almost as much as she had.
Instead, Persephone focused on the warmth of the water and the way that the steam emanated from the surface and floated up to meet her as she bent low and was able to sit in the water. With her submergence, the waterline rose and she felt the warmth of the water rise to her underarms and around the blades of her shoulders. She leant forwards so that her chest came to meet her upturned thighs and her hair shifted over her shoulders to fall into the oil infused water. The drifting of her silken hair, exposed her back to be washed, in the basic routines used to the two women.
Trying to breathe in, nice and deeply in order to clear her head Persephone felt her mind fog more but her nose clear a little and tried to focus on the latter, on the positives. She swallowed as Ariadne asked if she would like some tea.
Not wishing for anything hot to add to the stupor in her head. But she felt a hollowness in her belly that suggested something else.
"A chilled drink perhaps." She suggested. There was a cold room in the kitchens where the fruit juices and other perishables were kept. "And something to eat." She swallowed again and felt the dry furriness in her mouth. Perhaps something fresh would wipe away the uncomfortable feeling over her teeth and tongue.
The more that Ariadne observed Persephone, the more worried she became. She had never seen the princess like this before, so she was certain that it was not normal. And she had seen plenty of sick people – while Persephone did not look quite so bad as some, her glazed look was not unfamiliar to Ariadne. Again she wondered if she should call for a healer. She felt that the princess might protest, which is what kept that notion at bay for the moment. Instead the young retainer decided that she would watch her charge closely for any signs of worsening. She would not let herself hesitate after that. At least, that was what she told herself. Ariadne was still very much learning her role. She was no longer as timid as when she first arrived, but was not outspoken either.
Ariadne felt Persephone’s unsteady weight on her as they moved towards the bath. She had never helped the princess in such a way before—bathing, yes, but offering such extensive support to get her into the bath, no.
Persephone responded to her question of tea and Ariadne nodded, indicating that she would be back in a moment, before disappearing to the door. She instructed the servants waiting outside for some cold fruit juice and various foods to bring in. The girl hoped that she was specific enough in her instructions. That was another thing she was growing used to—giving others instructions and orders. She’d never had to do such a thing in her life before. Yet now, although she was a servant, she had a higher rank than many others in the palati. Ariadne did not need to fetch items herself, but could send someone else to do it for her.
Returning to Persephone, Ariadne took her usual place at the side of the bath. “Refreshments will be here soon, princess,” she said softly. She wished she was better suited to know next what Persephone would want. That’s what a good lady’s maid would know. Ariadne felt that she was far from a good lady’s maid. She didn’t know enough. She was both eager and afraid; ready to do her best, afraid of dishonoring her family if she failed. There seemed to be so much more at stake for her than with some of the other girls. They were of nobility—they had their family’s honor to fall back on. She had none of that, just her father’s good will and service. She would hate to ruin any of that for him.
As usual, Ari was overthinking things. As was her tendency. Of course Persephone would expect her to bathe her as if everything was usual. That was something she could do and was well used to by this point. Ari reached for a sponge, wetting it and gently running it down Persephone’s exposed back. She took some of the princess’ hair in her small hand, running through it in a soothing manner that she had always liked. It reminded her of her sister caring for her when they took their baths as children. They both had loved the sensation of running their fingers through each other’s hair. Isi usually giggled, though it always calmed her down.
“My twin hopes to be a healer someday,” she found herself saying, almost absentmindedly. “She’s very clever. I wish I had such clarity like she does. Have you always felt like you were meant to be a princess?” Ariadne wasn’t sure where her question had come from or if it was entirely appropriate, but she hoped the conversation would take Persephone’s mind from what she was physically feeling.
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The more that Ariadne observed Persephone, the more worried she became. She had never seen the princess like this before, so she was certain that it was not normal. And she had seen plenty of sick people – while Persephone did not look quite so bad as some, her glazed look was not unfamiliar to Ariadne. Again she wondered if she should call for a healer. She felt that the princess might protest, which is what kept that notion at bay for the moment. Instead the young retainer decided that she would watch her charge closely for any signs of worsening. She would not let herself hesitate after that. At least, that was what she told herself. Ariadne was still very much learning her role. She was no longer as timid as when she first arrived, but was not outspoken either.
Ariadne felt Persephone’s unsteady weight on her as they moved towards the bath. She had never helped the princess in such a way before—bathing, yes, but offering such extensive support to get her into the bath, no.
Persephone responded to her question of tea and Ariadne nodded, indicating that she would be back in a moment, before disappearing to the door. She instructed the servants waiting outside for some cold fruit juice and various foods to bring in. The girl hoped that she was specific enough in her instructions. That was another thing she was growing used to—giving others instructions and orders. She’d never had to do such a thing in her life before. Yet now, although she was a servant, she had a higher rank than many others in the palati. Ariadne did not need to fetch items herself, but could send someone else to do it for her.
Returning to Persephone, Ariadne took her usual place at the side of the bath. “Refreshments will be here soon, princess,” she said softly. She wished she was better suited to know next what Persephone would want. That’s what a good lady’s maid would know. Ariadne felt that she was far from a good lady’s maid. She didn’t know enough. She was both eager and afraid; ready to do her best, afraid of dishonoring her family if she failed. There seemed to be so much more at stake for her than with some of the other girls. They were of nobility—they had their family’s honor to fall back on. She had none of that, just her father’s good will and service. She would hate to ruin any of that for him.
As usual, Ari was overthinking things. As was her tendency. Of course Persephone would expect her to bathe her as if everything was usual. That was something she could do and was well used to by this point. Ari reached for a sponge, wetting it and gently running it down Persephone’s exposed back. She took some of the princess’ hair in her small hand, running through it in a soothing manner that she had always liked. It reminded her of her sister caring for her when they took their baths as children. They both had loved the sensation of running their fingers through each other’s hair. Isi usually giggled, though it always calmed her down.
“My twin hopes to be a healer someday,” she found herself saying, almost absentmindedly. “She’s very clever. I wish I had such clarity like she does. Have you always felt like you were meant to be a princess?” Ariadne wasn’t sure where her question had come from or if it was entirely appropriate, but she hoped the conversation would take Persephone’s mind from what she was physically feeling.
The more that Ariadne observed Persephone, the more worried she became. She had never seen the princess like this before, so she was certain that it was not normal. And she had seen plenty of sick people – while Persephone did not look quite so bad as some, her glazed look was not unfamiliar to Ariadne. Again she wondered if she should call for a healer. She felt that the princess might protest, which is what kept that notion at bay for the moment. Instead the young retainer decided that she would watch her charge closely for any signs of worsening. She would not let herself hesitate after that. At least, that was what she told herself. Ariadne was still very much learning her role. She was no longer as timid as when she first arrived, but was not outspoken either.
Ariadne felt Persephone’s unsteady weight on her as they moved towards the bath. She had never helped the princess in such a way before—bathing, yes, but offering such extensive support to get her into the bath, no.
Persephone responded to her question of tea and Ariadne nodded, indicating that she would be back in a moment, before disappearing to the door. She instructed the servants waiting outside for some cold fruit juice and various foods to bring in. The girl hoped that she was specific enough in her instructions. That was another thing she was growing used to—giving others instructions and orders. She’d never had to do such a thing in her life before. Yet now, although she was a servant, she had a higher rank than many others in the palati. Ariadne did not need to fetch items herself, but could send someone else to do it for her.
Returning to Persephone, Ariadne took her usual place at the side of the bath. “Refreshments will be here soon, princess,” she said softly. She wished she was better suited to know next what Persephone would want. That’s what a good lady’s maid would know. Ariadne felt that she was far from a good lady’s maid. She didn’t know enough. She was both eager and afraid; ready to do her best, afraid of dishonoring her family if she failed. There seemed to be so much more at stake for her than with some of the other girls. They were of nobility—they had their family’s honor to fall back on. She had none of that, just her father’s good will and service. She would hate to ruin any of that for him.
As usual, Ari was overthinking things. As was her tendency. Of course Persephone would expect her to bathe her as if everything was usual. That was something she could do and was well used to by this point. Ari reached for a sponge, wetting it and gently running it down Persephone’s exposed back. She took some of the princess’ hair in her small hand, running through it in a soothing manner that she had always liked. It reminded her of her sister caring for her when they took their baths as children. They both had loved the sensation of running their fingers through each other’s hair. Isi usually giggled, though it always calmed her down.
“My twin hopes to be a healer someday,” she found herself saying, almost absentmindedly. “She’s very clever. I wish I had such clarity like she does. Have you always felt like you were meant to be a princess?” Ariadne wasn’t sure where her question had come from or if it was entirely appropriate, but she hoped the conversation would take Persephone’s mind from what she was physically feeling.
Persephone relied on her lady’s maid as she was guided over towards the bath and down into its waters. Not used to the feelings of being worthless or weak, she was attempting to keep most of her weight off of her friend but was unknowingly failing. Ariadne was helping her more than Persephone was aware as she was helped into the warm tub and left there as the woman sought out servants to instruct upon food and drink.
Persephone smiled a little through her fevery fog at the thought.
The friendship that had existed between Persephone and Hector's two daughters before she had taken Ari as a formal lady’s maid had given their relationship a level of familiarity that would be considered too informal by some. They were able to discuss matters that she might not normally speak of with a woman that was technically a servant, and the two of them had bonded over Ari's unsure progress to becoming a lady of regality. It was rare for a woman of such low breeding to be brought in at the highest staff position in the royal palati and Persephone had taken kindly to the young girl that didn't know what she was doing but worked harder than anyone she knew to try and make up the deficit in her knowledge.
One such conversation had involved the woman speaking of how hard it was to issue instructions to others. How she, as a simple daughter of a common born soldier could not quite get used to the idea that she was the highest authority over servants and slaves in the royal palace. She was the mouthpiece of the first-born princess and, as such, her orders had to be followed as if they were instructed by Persephone herself. Ariadne had confessed to being uncertain of such power and having no knowledge on how to handle the authority. Yet, she had to be able to give orders if she wanted to be able to fulfil her role as a lady’s maid. Amusingly, this had worked out into Ari issuing the most polite and sweetest requests of any of Persephone's entourage. It was amusing to watch her attempting to imply something as urgent without insulting those that she asked the favour of.
Comforted by the funny and nostalgic thought, Persephone had slipped easily into the bath, whilst alone in her chambers. She had sunk her shoulders beneath the water and allowed the heat of the cleansing vat to seep into her muscles and ease her weariness. In turns, the hot water saw her skin feelings smoother, cleaner and her bones loosening their hold on her frame, but then, in another moment, the heat sent her own temperature higher, making her head foggy and her mind unclear.
When Ariadne returned to the chamber, having issued instructions for juices and food to be brought to Persephone's bedchambers, she smiled in welcome to the woman, completely unfazed by her state of nudity. She was a princess used to being dressed by others, her hair brushed and her skin oiled by those under her command. It was simply the way of things. And it always had been since she was little.
When Ari's fingers slipped into her hair and started to work at the locks and their roots, Persephone's eyes drifted closed and her head tilted to rest against the edge of the bath. She exhaled sweet and slow, enjoying the touch of her lady’s maid and how it set her mind to rest and her skin tingling with soft massage. Her question was more felt through her fingers than it was heard and Persephone answered on instinct, her words dreamy and soft.
"I've never much thought upon it." She told the girl, holding no shame over her own ignorance. "I have never considered my life to be anything but that of a princess. I have never had a choice in the matter." She hummed a little to herself in pleasure as Ari worked her hair. “I was always meant to be a princess because I was born to be one. There was never any doubt to that.”
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Persephone relied on her lady’s maid as she was guided over towards the bath and down into its waters. Not used to the feelings of being worthless or weak, she was attempting to keep most of her weight off of her friend but was unknowingly failing. Ariadne was helping her more than Persephone was aware as she was helped into the warm tub and left there as the woman sought out servants to instruct upon food and drink.
Persephone smiled a little through her fevery fog at the thought.
The friendship that had existed between Persephone and Hector's two daughters before she had taken Ari as a formal lady’s maid had given their relationship a level of familiarity that would be considered too informal by some. They were able to discuss matters that she might not normally speak of with a woman that was technically a servant, and the two of them had bonded over Ari's unsure progress to becoming a lady of regality. It was rare for a woman of such low breeding to be brought in at the highest staff position in the royal palati and Persephone had taken kindly to the young girl that didn't know what she was doing but worked harder than anyone she knew to try and make up the deficit in her knowledge.
One such conversation had involved the woman speaking of how hard it was to issue instructions to others. How she, as a simple daughter of a common born soldier could not quite get used to the idea that she was the highest authority over servants and slaves in the royal palace. She was the mouthpiece of the first-born princess and, as such, her orders had to be followed as if they were instructed by Persephone herself. Ariadne had confessed to being uncertain of such power and having no knowledge on how to handle the authority. Yet, she had to be able to give orders if she wanted to be able to fulfil her role as a lady’s maid. Amusingly, this had worked out into Ari issuing the most polite and sweetest requests of any of Persephone's entourage. It was amusing to watch her attempting to imply something as urgent without insulting those that she asked the favour of.
Comforted by the funny and nostalgic thought, Persephone had slipped easily into the bath, whilst alone in her chambers. She had sunk her shoulders beneath the water and allowed the heat of the cleansing vat to seep into her muscles and ease her weariness. In turns, the hot water saw her skin feelings smoother, cleaner and her bones loosening their hold on her frame, but then, in another moment, the heat sent her own temperature higher, making her head foggy and her mind unclear.
When Ariadne returned to the chamber, having issued instructions for juices and food to be brought to Persephone's bedchambers, she smiled in welcome to the woman, completely unfazed by her state of nudity. She was a princess used to being dressed by others, her hair brushed and her skin oiled by those under her command. It was simply the way of things. And it always had been since she was little.
When Ari's fingers slipped into her hair and started to work at the locks and their roots, Persephone's eyes drifted closed and her head tilted to rest against the edge of the bath. She exhaled sweet and slow, enjoying the touch of her lady’s maid and how it set her mind to rest and her skin tingling with soft massage. Her question was more felt through her fingers than it was heard and Persephone answered on instinct, her words dreamy and soft.
"I've never much thought upon it." She told the girl, holding no shame over her own ignorance. "I have never considered my life to be anything but that of a princess. I have never had a choice in the matter." She hummed a little to herself in pleasure as Ari worked her hair. “I was always meant to be a princess because I was born to be one. There was never any doubt to that.”
Persephone relied on her lady’s maid as she was guided over towards the bath and down into its waters. Not used to the feelings of being worthless or weak, she was attempting to keep most of her weight off of her friend but was unknowingly failing. Ariadne was helping her more than Persephone was aware as she was helped into the warm tub and left there as the woman sought out servants to instruct upon food and drink.
Persephone smiled a little through her fevery fog at the thought.
The friendship that had existed between Persephone and Hector's two daughters before she had taken Ari as a formal lady’s maid had given their relationship a level of familiarity that would be considered too informal by some. They were able to discuss matters that she might not normally speak of with a woman that was technically a servant, and the two of them had bonded over Ari's unsure progress to becoming a lady of regality. It was rare for a woman of such low breeding to be brought in at the highest staff position in the royal palati and Persephone had taken kindly to the young girl that didn't know what she was doing but worked harder than anyone she knew to try and make up the deficit in her knowledge.
One such conversation had involved the woman speaking of how hard it was to issue instructions to others. How she, as a simple daughter of a common born soldier could not quite get used to the idea that she was the highest authority over servants and slaves in the royal palace. She was the mouthpiece of the first-born princess and, as such, her orders had to be followed as if they were instructed by Persephone herself. Ariadne had confessed to being uncertain of such power and having no knowledge on how to handle the authority. Yet, she had to be able to give orders if she wanted to be able to fulfil her role as a lady’s maid. Amusingly, this had worked out into Ari issuing the most polite and sweetest requests of any of Persephone's entourage. It was amusing to watch her attempting to imply something as urgent without insulting those that she asked the favour of.
Comforted by the funny and nostalgic thought, Persephone had slipped easily into the bath, whilst alone in her chambers. She had sunk her shoulders beneath the water and allowed the heat of the cleansing vat to seep into her muscles and ease her weariness. In turns, the hot water saw her skin feelings smoother, cleaner and her bones loosening their hold on her frame, but then, in another moment, the heat sent her own temperature higher, making her head foggy and her mind unclear.
When Ariadne returned to the chamber, having issued instructions for juices and food to be brought to Persephone's bedchambers, she smiled in welcome to the woman, completely unfazed by her state of nudity. She was a princess used to being dressed by others, her hair brushed and her skin oiled by those under her command. It was simply the way of things. And it always had been since she was little.
When Ari's fingers slipped into her hair and started to work at the locks and their roots, Persephone's eyes drifted closed and her head tilted to rest against the edge of the bath. She exhaled sweet and slow, enjoying the touch of her lady’s maid and how it set her mind to rest and her skin tingling with soft massage. Her question was more felt through her fingers than it was heard and Persephone answered on instinct, her words dreamy and soft.
"I've never much thought upon it." She told the girl, holding no shame over her own ignorance. "I have never considered my life to be anything but that of a princess. I have never had a choice in the matter." She hummed a little to herself in pleasure as Ari worked her hair. “I was always meant to be a princess because I was born to be one. There was never any doubt to that.”
Ari wasn’t much sure what she hoped to learn by asking Persephone that question. It was silly. Of course she always knew she was going to be a princess. It was something that she was born into. She had no choice in this destiny. Unlike Ari and Isi. They had at least some choosing in their futures. Ariadne had chosen to serve Persephone. Although it wasn’t a choice that she had sought after, it had been something she had the power to say yes or no to. Had she really wanted, she knew that she could have begged Hector to stay at home. He would have said yes. In fact, many times over this past year she had wished that she could have done so. Her life here was so different than she thought it might be. Sometimes it was a joy and other times she missed home so much that she could cry.
Her thoughts flowed just as her as she gently massaged Persephone’s scalp. Although she had done this many times before, this was the first time that her mistress had been sick. It felt…different in some way. Ariadne didn’t usually speak her mind so freely, but there was something about this that seemed like anything was possible. If Persephone could fall ill, Ari could be brave.
“It must be nice to be born to do something. I feel that way about my twin. She was born to be a healer. I am not so sure like you both are. I feel very lost here sometimes.” The girl was ashamed to admit that and felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. She was glad that Persephone had her back to her and couldn’t see her face. Although Ariadne had served Persephone for over a year now, she had never really shared any of her true feelings with the princess. She took care to make sure that her mistress didn’t know how many times Ari had cried herself to sleep. Of course, crying wasn’t particularly unusual for Ariadne, but so many nights in a row was more than she was used to. Everything here was just so very different than the life she was used to. And Ari was so worried about doing something to ruin it all. Even if she wasn’t sure she wanted to stay, she also didn’t want to bring dishonor to her family.
There was a soft knock at the door a moment later, bringing Ari some relief. She disentangled herself from Perse’s hair, excusing herself to answer. The drinks she requested were proffered and the maid gestured for the servant to set the tray inside. Heading back to Persephone, Ari prepared the soft towels for the princess to dry herself with when she was ready to leave the bath. She was still worried that Persephone would want to go out, for she still looked rather ill, but the bath appeared to be helping somewhat.
“Would you like your drink in the bath or shall I help you out?” Although she had learned much over the past year, this was one protocol she wasn’t prepared for—knowing what to do when her lady was ill.
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Ari wasn’t much sure what she hoped to learn by asking Persephone that question. It was silly. Of course she always knew she was going to be a princess. It was something that she was born into. She had no choice in this destiny. Unlike Ari and Isi. They had at least some choosing in their futures. Ariadne had chosen to serve Persephone. Although it wasn’t a choice that she had sought after, it had been something she had the power to say yes or no to. Had she really wanted, she knew that she could have begged Hector to stay at home. He would have said yes. In fact, many times over this past year she had wished that she could have done so. Her life here was so different than she thought it might be. Sometimes it was a joy and other times she missed home so much that she could cry.
Her thoughts flowed just as her as she gently massaged Persephone’s scalp. Although she had done this many times before, this was the first time that her mistress had been sick. It felt…different in some way. Ariadne didn’t usually speak her mind so freely, but there was something about this that seemed like anything was possible. If Persephone could fall ill, Ari could be brave.
“It must be nice to be born to do something. I feel that way about my twin. She was born to be a healer. I am not so sure like you both are. I feel very lost here sometimes.” The girl was ashamed to admit that and felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. She was glad that Persephone had her back to her and couldn’t see her face. Although Ariadne had served Persephone for over a year now, she had never really shared any of her true feelings with the princess. She took care to make sure that her mistress didn’t know how many times Ari had cried herself to sleep. Of course, crying wasn’t particularly unusual for Ariadne, but so many nights in a row was more than she was used to. Everything here was just so very different than the life she was used to. And Ari was so worried about doing something to ruin it all. Even if she wasn’t sure she wanted to stay, she also didn’t want to bring dishonor to her family.
There was a soft knock at the door a moment later, bringing Ari some relief. She disentangled herself from Perse’s hair, excusing herself to answer. The drinks she requested were proffered and the maid gestured for the servant to set the tray inside. Heading back to Persephone, Ari prepared the soft towels for the princess to dry herself with when she was ready to leave the bath. She was still worried that Persephone would want to go out, for she still looked rather ill, but the bath appeared to be helping somewhat.
“Would you like your drink in the bath or shall I help you out?” Although she had learned much over the past year, this was one protocol she wasn’t prepared for—knowing what to do when her lady was ill.
Ari wasn’t much sure what she hoped to learn by asking Persephone that question. It was silly. Of course she always knew she was going to be a princess. It was something that she was born into. She had no choice in this destiny. Unlike Ari and Isi. They had at least some choosing in their futures. Ariadne had chosen to serve Persephone. Although it wasn’t a choice that she had sought after, it had been something she had the power to say yes or no to. Had she really wanted, she knew that she could have begged Hector to stay at home. He would have said yes. In fact, many times over this past year she had wished that she could have done so. Her life here was so different than she thought it might be. Sometimes it was a joy and other times she missed home so much that she could cry.
Her thoughts flowed just as her as she gently massaged Persephone’s scalp. Although she had done this many times before, this was the first time that her mistress had been sick. It felt…different in some way. Ariadne didn’t usually speak her mind so freely, but there was something about this that seemed like anything was possible. If Persephone could fall ill, Ari could be brave.
“It must be nice to be born to do something. I feel that way about my twin. She was born to be a healer. I am not so sure like you both are. I feel very lost here sometimes.” The girl was ashamed to admit that and felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. She was glad that Persephone had her back to her and couldn’t see her face. Although Ariadne had served Persephone for over a year now, she had never really shared any of her true feelings with the princess. She took care to make sure that her mistress didn’t know how many times Ari had cried herself to sleep. Of course, crying wasn’t particularly unusual for Ariadne, but so many nights in a row was more than she was used to. Everything here was just so very different than the life she was used to. And Ari was so worried about doing something to ruin it all. Even if she wasn’t sure she wanted to stay, she also didn’t want to bring dishonor to her family.
There was a soft knock at the door a moment later, bringing Ari some relief. She disentangled herself from Perse’s hair, excusing herself to answer. The drinks she requested were proffered and the maid gestured for the servant to set the tray inside. Heading back to Persephone, Ari prepared the soft towels for the princess to dry herself with when she was ready to leave the bath. She was still worried that Persephone would want to go out, for she still looked rather ill, but the bath appeared to be helping somewhat.
“Would you like your drink in the bath or shall I help you out?” Although she had learned much over the past year, this was one protocol she wasn’t prepared for—knowing what to do when her lady was ill.
Persephone frowned a little when Ari spoke of her and her sister being so certain of their fates. It was interesting that that was how the young girl had read her words. When she had said that she had never considered doing anything else with her life it wasn't because she was certain in herself and that her heart was set on a particular role and function in the world. It was because there had been no other option to her over the years. Whether she was certain or not that she wished to become or was able to be a princess, it didn't matter. That was what she was. Persephone had been speaking of a lack of choice. And yet Ariadne recognises in her words the certainty of a choice already made. Curious how different minds read different situations...
Ariadne then went on to speak of sadness, of loneliness... Persephone felt her heart squeeze in her chest and, for a moment, she wondered if her offer to Ari for her to become her lady's maid had been unthoughtful. If it had been ill conceived and might need to be retracted. She wondered if she should send the girl home.
Not that Ariadne was a poor worker in the position of Persephone's companion. In fact, she was one of the easiest to get along with that Persephone currently had in her employ. And she genuinely liked Ari more than most. But, she had offered the young girl the role because she had wanted to help Hector and his daughters through a difficult financial stretch. They had needed more income and she could offer a position for one of his daughters. But, Ari had been at the palati now for over a year, which meant financial restrictions must have been a little easier upon the family by now? And if her role here was making her unhappy...?
Not given the chance to reply straight away to Ariadne's sad little confession, Persephone was forced to wait, hidden by the rim of the tub, whilst her friend and maid went to the door to accept the food and juice that had been brought to the chambers. Ariadne was quick to ask if such things were to be consumed whilst Persephone was in the bath or after. And, given the feeling inside her head, the princess went for the latter.
"Perhaps you might help me up and out, Ariadne." Persephone suggested as her knees drew up so that her feet could find purchase on the tub beneath her. Her hands drew up from the water and were ready to accept the aid of the other girl.
Given how she was used to her body being on full display to the women that tended to her, Persephone had no cares for her nudity. But she also sought a little help because her head was making her dizzy and her legs were shaking a little under her.
"I think it best that you help me to my bed again." She finally admitted, when her legs nearly gave out under her and she wobbled drastically, the water sloshing everywhere.
As much as the weakness pained Persephone, her regal ego was shining through. She could not afford to be in the middle of a meeting or task in her duties as the kingdom’s princess and faint or fall before those she needed to maintain a truse image of power before. It was time to cry surrender and get back into bed and spend the day in the company of her lady's maid...
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Persephone frowned a little when Ari spoke of her and her sister being so certain of their fates. It was interesting that that was how the young girl had read her words. When she had said that she had never considered doing anything else with her life it wasn't because she was certain in herself and that her heart was set on a particular role and function in the world. It was because there had been no other option to her over the years. Whether she was certain or not that she wished to become or was able to be a princess, it didn't matter. That was what she was. Persephone had been speaking of a lack of choice. And yet Ariadne recognises in her words the certainty of a choice already made. Curious how different minds read different situations...
Ariadne then went on to speak of sadness, of loneliness... Persephone felt her heart squeeze in her chest and, for a moment, she wondered if her offer to Ari for her to become her lady's maid had been unthoughtful. If it had been ill conceived and might need to be retracted. She wondered if she should send the girl home.
Not that Ariadne was a poor worker in the position of Persephone's companion. In fact, she was one of the easiest to get along with that Persephone currently had in her employ. And she genuinely liked Ari more than most. But, she had offered the young girl the role because she had wanted to help Hector and his daughters through a difficult financial stretch. They had needed more income and she could offer a position for one of his daughters. But, Ari had been at the palati now for over a year, which meant financial restrictions must have been a little easier upon the family by now? And if her role here was making her unhappy...?
Not given the chance to reply straight away to Ariadne's sad little confession, Persephone was forced to wait, hidden by the rim of the tub, whilst her friend and maid went to the door to accept the food and juice that had been brought to the chambers. Ariadne was quick to ask if such things were to be consumed whilst Persephone was in the bath or after. And, given the feeling inside her head, the princess went for the latter.
"Perhaps you might help me up and out, Ariadne." Persephone suggested as her knees drew up so that her feet could find purchase on the tub beneath her. Her hands drew up from the water and were ready to accept the aid of the other girl.
Given how she was used to her body being on full display to the women that tended to her, Persephone had no cares for her nudity. But she also sought a little help because her head was making her dizzy and her legs were shaking a little under her.
"I think it best that you help me to my bed again." She finally admitted, when her legs nearly gave out under her and she wobbled drastically, the water sloshing everywhere.
As much as the weakness pained Persephone, her regal ego was shining through. She could not afford to be in the middle of a meeting or task in her duties as the kingdom’s princess and faint or fall before those she needed to maintain a truse image of power before. It was time to cry surrender and get back into bed and spend the day in the company of her lady's maid...
Persephone frowned a little when Ari spoke of her and her sister being so certain of their fates. It was interesting that that was how the young girl had read her words. When she had said that she had never considered doing anything else with her life it wasn't because she was certain in herself and that her heart was set on a particular role and function in the world. It was because there had been no other option to her over the years. Whether she was certain or not that she wished to become or was able to be a princess, it didn't matter. That was what she was. Persephone had been speaking of a lack of choice. And yet Ariadne recognises in her words the certainty of a choice already made. Curious how different minds read different situations...
Ariadne then went on to speak of sadness, of loneliness... Persephone felt her heart squeeze in her chest and, for a moment, she wondered if her offer to Ari for her to become her lady's maid had been unthoughtful. If it had been ill conceived and might need to be retracted. She wondered if she should send the girl home.
Not that Ariadne was a poor worker in the position of Persephone's companion. In fact, she was one of the easiest to get along with that Persephone currently had in her employ. And she genuinely liked Ari more than most. But, she had offered the young girl the role because she had wanted to help Hector and his daughters through a difficult financial stretch. They had needed more income and she could offer a position for one of his daughters. But, Ari had been at the palati now for over a year, which meant financial restrictions must have been a little easier upon the family by now? And if her role here was making her unhappy...?
Not given the chance to reply straight away to Ariadne's sad little confession, Persephone was forced to wait, hidden by the rim of the tub, whilst her friend and maid went to the door to accept the food and juice that had been brought to the chambers. Ariadne was quick to ask if such things were to be consumed whilst Persephone was in the bath or after. And, given the feeling inside her head, the princess went for the latter.
"Perhaps you might help me up and out, Ariadne." Persephone suggested as her knees drew up so that her feet could find purchase on the tub beneath her. Her hands drew up from the water and were ready to accept the aid of the other girl.
Given how she was used to her body being on full display to the women that tended to her, Persephone had no cares for her nudity. But she also sought a little help because her head was making her dizzy and her legs were shaking a little under her.
"I think it best that you help me to my bed again." She finally admitted, when her legs nearly gave out under her and she wobbled drastically, the water sloshing everywhere.
As much as the weakness pained Persephone, her regal ego was shining through. She could not afford to be in the middle of a meeting or task in her duties as the kingdom’s princess and faint or fall before those she needed to maintain a truse image of power before. It was time to cry surrender and get back into bed and spend the day in the company of her lady's maid...
Ariadne had learned much in the past year of service to Persephone, but as this was so unknown, she found herself reverting to her early days, asking if every little thing was all right. She knew that she had learned more since then and in some ways hated that she had to ask, but she didn’t want to upset the princess. Or do anything that made her feel even more uncomfortable. Ariadne knew what it was like to feel ill and how it was not fun to be made to do something that made her feel even worse. Of course, she knew that it was often meant with good intentions and she hoped that Persephone would feel the same way.
Still, this was uncharted territory for her and she wanted to do right by her mistress. Most of all, she wanted Persephone to feel better. Ariadne knew that it must be difficult for her the princess to stray away from her duties today, but she could attend to them far better when she was feeling stronger. As Perse stood in the tub, sloshing the water about, Ariadne hurried to her side, taking hold of her mistress’s arm, gently providing support. Her tiny frame held strong as Persephone leaned against her to step out of the tub.
She nodded in agreement, having already been planning how she was going to get her mistress in bed. Ariadne was glad to hear that Persephone had come to the same conclusion. Ari reached for the towel she had set out, wrapping it gently around Persephone’s body, drying her some so that she wouldn’t go back into her bed completely wet. Then, she slowly began the walk to the bed, taking her mistress’ cues for how fast she wished to move. Based on how slowly they were moving, she began to wonder again about calling for a healer. Surely someone ought to see to the princess even if the princess believed herself to be fine. Ariadne understood this behavior from her sister, Ismene. Isi always proceeded if she was never sick, even when Ariadne had to tuck her into bed and sit on her to keep her from moving. Ari thought it was best to be a good patient and do as told, but it seemed there were a great many people in this world who did not share her beliefs. Persephone could be counted with her twin among this group.
Finally, the two made it to the bed, Ariadne finishing the task of drying Persephone before offering her a fresh sleeping gown should she wish it. She thought it was best if they did call a healer, though did not advertise her intentions to do so. Finally, the small girl tucked in her charge, taking a seat next to her to gently brush the princess’ long hair. Sick or not, if she did not do so, it would tangle into an untamable mess.
Softly, she hummed a tune that her father used to sing when she was unwell, taking the brush to Persephone’s head. The girl was still a little embarrassed from her confession earlier, not used to confiding in the princess. To her, their relationship still felt very formal in many ways. Ariadne was still learning her place among Persephone’s maids. She liked the princess and got along well with her, but was not really sure if they were supposed to be friends. Finally, she finished brushing and moved to put the brush away. Ari returned with the drink that had been brought a few minutes ago, hoping that it would help somewhat.
“Here, princess,” she said, holding out the drink, ready to assist should Persephone need it. “Please try and take a drink. My sister says it’s very important to keep drinking when you are not feeling well. She’s always been right.”
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Ariadne had learned much in the past year of service to Persephone, but as this was so unknown, she found herself reverting to her early days, asking if every little thing was all right. She knew that she had learned more since then and in some ways hated that she had to ask, but she didn’t want to upset the princess. Or do anything that made her feel even more uncomfortable. Ariadne knew what it was like to feel ill and how it was not fun to be made to do something that made her feel even worse. Of course, she knew that it was often meant with good intentions and she hoped that Persephone would feel the same way.
Still, this was uncharted territory for her and she wanted to do right by her mistress. Most of all, she wanted Persephone to feel better. Ariadne knew that it must be difficult for her the princess to stray away from her duties today, but she could attend to them far better when she was feeling stronger. As Perse stood in the tub, sloshing the water about, Ariadne hurried to her side, taking hold of her mistress’s arm, gently providing support. Her tiny frame held strong as Persephone leaned against her to step out of the tub.
She nodded in agreement, having already been planning how she was going to get her mistress in bed. Ariadne was glad to hear that Persephone had come to the same conclusion. Ari reached for the towel she had set out, wrapping it gently around Persephone’s body, drying her some so that she wouldn’t go back into her bed completely wet. Then, she slowly began the walk to the bed, taking her mistress’ cues for how fast she wished to move. Based on how slowly they were moving, she began to wonder again about calling for a healer. Surely someone ought to see to the princess even if the princess believed herself to be fine. Ariadne understood this behavior from her sister, Ismene. Isi always proceeded if she was never sick, even when Ariadne had to tuck her into bed and sit on her to keep her from moving. Ari thought it was best to be a good patient and do as told, but it seemed there were a great many people in this world who did not share her beliefs. Persephone could be counted with her twin among this group.
Finally, the two made it to the bed, Ariadne finishing the task of drying Persephone before offering her a fresh sleeping gown should she wish it. She thought it was best if they did call a healer, though did not advertise her intentions to do so. Finally, the small girl tucked in her charge, taking a seat next to her to gently brush the princess’ long hair. Sick or not, if she did not do so, it would tangle into an untamable mess.
Softly, she hummed a tune that her father used to sing when she was unwell, taking the brush to Persephone’s head. The girl was still a little embarrassed from her confession earlier, not used to confiding in the princess. To her, their relationship still felt very formal in many ways. Ariadne was still learning her place among Persephone’s maids. She liked the princess and got along well with her, but was not really sure if they were supposed to be friends. Finally, she finished brushing and moved to put the brush away. Ari returned with the drink that had been brought a few minutes ago, hoping that it would help somewhat.
“Here, princess,” she said, holding out the drink, ready to assist should Persephone need it. “Please try and take a drink. My sister says it’s very important to keep drinking when you are not feeling well. She’s always been right.”
Ariadne had learned much in the past year of service to Persephone, but as this was so unknown, she found herself reverting to her early days, asking if every little thing was all right. She knew that she had learned more since then and in some ways hated that she had to ask, but she didn’t want to upset the princess. Or do anything that made her feel even more uncomfortable. Ariadne knew what it was like to feel ill and how it was not fun to be made to do something that made her feel even worse. Of course, she knew that it was often meant with good intentions and she hoped that Persephone would feel the same way.
Still, this was uncharted territory for her and she wanted to do right by her mistress. Most of all, she wanted Persephone to feel better. Ariadne knew that it must be difficult for her the princess to stray away from her duties today, but she could attend to them far better when she was feeling stronger. As Perse stood in the tub, sloshing the water about, Ariadne hurried to her side, taking hold of her mistress’s arm, gently providing support. Her tiny frame held strong as Persephone leaned against her to step out of the tub.
She nodded in agreement, having already been planning how she was going to get her mistress in bed. Ariadne was glad to hear that Persephone had come to the same conclusion. Ari reached for the towel she had set out, wrapping it gently around Persephone’s body, drying her some so that she wouldn’t go back into her bed completely wet. Then, she slowly began the walk to the bed, taking her mistress’ cues for how fast she wished to move. Based on how slowly they were moving, she began to wonder again about calling for a healer. Surely someone ought to see to the princess even if the princess believed herself to be fine. Ariadne understood this behavior from her sister, Ismene. Isi always proceeded if she was never sick, even when Ariadne had to tuck her into bed and sit on her to keep her from moving. Ari thought it was best to be a good patient and do as told, but it seemed there were a great many people in this world who did not share her beliefs. Persephone could be counted with her twin among this group.
Finally, the two made it to the bed, Ariadne finishing the task of drying Persephone before offering her a fresh sleeping gown should she wish it. She thought it was best if they did call a healer, though did not advertise her intentions to do so. Finally, the small girl tucked in her charge, taking a seat next to her to gently brush the princess’ long hair. Sick or not, if she did not do so, it would tangle into an untamable mess.
Softly, she hummed a tune that her father used to sing when she was unwell, taking the brush to Persephone’s head. The girl was still a little embarrassed from her confession earlier, not used to confiding in the princess. To her, their relationship still felt very formal in many ways. Ariadne was still learning her place among Persephone’s maids. She liked the princess and got along well with her, but was not really sure if they were supposed to be friends. Finally, she finished brushing and moved to put the brush away. Ari returned with the drink that had been brought a few minutes ago, hoping that it would help somewhat.
“Here, princess,” she said, holding out the drink, ready to assist should Persephone need it. “Please try and take a drink. My sister says it’s very important to keep drinking when you are not feeling well. She’s always been right.”