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Post by Idris on Jun 3, 2011 16:11:19 GMT -5
Idris had been up before the sun had even risen. She’d had some jobs to do, and she knew the earlier she completed them then the more of the day she would have as her own. She’d finished helping fetch the breakfast for the Royals and had helped to clean the kitchens; all by mid-morning. She grinned at her own achievement and walked back to the servants quarters with a spring in her step, she had no serving duties now until she helped serve dinner.
She figured Tristan would have already fled, hoping never to see her again. If she were a knight then she would have been incredibly embarrassed at being aided by a serving girl. But that was Idris, who knew what was going through Tristan’s head.
She opened the serving quarters, wiping her hands on the rag cloth held at her belt she physically jumped as she looked up at the figure sat near her bed.
“Oh, Sir Tristan? I thought you would have gone by now?” She wasn’t overly bothered he was still there, now she was wondering what the other servants were going to think of her. She had been intrigued by him last night, and now he was sobering up maybe she’d get a little insight into the life of Sir Tristan. Plus, didn’t he have serving duties to do? She knew that the knights completed sword and archery practice in the mornings, or went out hunting.
There were, unusually, no other servants awake in the chambers. There were two asleep by the fire but that was it. Taking care not to wake them she walked over towards where Tristan was sat down, and sat opposite him on the bed,
“Hows the head?”
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Post by Idris on Jun 3, 2011 11:14:52 GMT -5
As Tristan failed to find another word but ‘fine’ to describe his temporary lodgings, Idris suspected he wasn’t entirely happy. But it was only for one night, and it was hardly like he’d ever have to sleep here again really. He could go back to his four poster feather bed comfort first thing in the morning. She half felt sorry for him, that the apparent love of his life had gone away and married someone else. But on the other hand, she couldn’t help feeling that it wasn’t like a knight to throw alcohol at a problem to try and solve it. Or maybe she was just naïve. She half thought that if she had been his true love then they would have married, but Idris didn’t know the whole story, maybe it was an arranged marriage or something?
She curled up on her bed, hunched up, in his happily drunken state Tristan might not have been able to feel the cold but Idris sure could. It always seemed colder in the servants quarters than anywhere else.
At least he’d had a love to lose. Idris hadn’t even had that. She’d never really come across any men that hadn’t been mere flirts in her opinion. Then again, she hadn’t ever needed a man for any practical reasons, like some women in the village she was from loved having a man about the house to do all the work and make them feel needed. Idris felt more independent than that, and that if she did have a man she’d want him to be someone who challenged her sharp tongue and made her laugh.
Anyway, she was overcomplicating matters wasn’t she? If she was destined to meet the man of her dreams it certainly wouldn’t be achieved by picking up random drunks from the castle corridors or hiding away in the kitchens. With the thoughts buzzing round her head she let herself drift off into a deep slumber.
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Post by Idris on Jun 3, 2011 11:05:38 GMT -5
Idris saw reason in going back to the feast, after all, even though she had been serving, she had been having a really good time. Although the nobles were getting a bit too merry she had been enjoying the dancing and the music. Plus, she was sure it would irritate her ‘superior’ if she reappeared anytime soon.
“I think I may have to go back to the feast, I was enjoying the music anyway.” She brushed it away, and noticed that they were nearing the end of her journey at least because now was the turn off towards the kitchens.
“Well this is my stop.” She said, half regretfully and gave a small smile. It had been nice to talk to someone just as a friend rather than a passing acquaintance or just because she had to. She hoped it wouldn’t be the last time she saw Sir Lucan, but she wasn’t going to actively seek him out during the day. After all, he was still a knight, and he probably had better things to do; and she had a living to earn. But in a castle as big as Camelot, it was surprising how small it actually was, so she would probably see him again quite soon.
“I promise the next time we meet I won’t pour wine all over you,” She half laughed and curtseyed, going to make her exit towards the kitchens.
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Post by Idris on Jun 1, 2011 2:11:48 GMT -5
Idris was glad they were nearing the door of the servants quarters. The urge to bite her tongue about the knights current position was really becoming too much. As he said he didn't do so well at rescuing maidens Idris knew the time for jokes was over with this man,
"What happened?" She asked softly, not only because she was genuinely interested, but whatever was causing this man to be less of a man than he probably could be should have a good back story to it.
"Routine?" She repeated, half laughing, "It wasn't in the job description, but as long as there are knights like you getting drunk, there'll be servants helping you to get to bed I suppose."
Finally reaching the servants quarters she kicked the door open as both her hands were preoccupied with keeping Tristan upright. She half dragged him into the servants quarters, trying really hard not to wake anyone up. The servants quarters were quite sizeable because the castle had so many servants bustling around at different hours of the day. So everyone needed a free bed. Idris' bed was in the corner, one of the furthest away from the fire. The bed next to it, as usual, was also free. She helped Tristan sit down on it and drew close to him,
"If that's not comfortable enough sir, there is some straw on the floor over there." She curtseyed, "Goodnight sir." She gave him a small smile and clambered into her own bed, only then remembering that she had been intending to go to the inn. She shrugged, she could always go tomorrow.
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Post by Idris on May 31, 2011 6:08:02 GMT -5
She gave him a small smile as he expressed his pleasure at meeting her. She didn’t say anything more, mostly because it wasn’t needed and also because after their rude introduction he was now acting more like a man of his status; despite being too heavy with the drink.
As they shuffled along the corridor she felt him resting more and more weight on her shoulders. Although Idris was physically strong, he was a largely built knight so it was starting to take its toll. However the servants quarters really wasn’t that far so it wouldn’t be much of a problem.
She wondered if he’d be embarrassed come the morning at being helped by not only a girl, but a servant, and she simply couldn’t resist saying something. “Bit of a change from your usual job of helping poor fair maidens and such isn’t it?” She asked, half pulling him along the corridor. She flashed him a cheeky grin, she knew she wouldn’t be winning any favours with him, but she was having fun all the same.
She ignored his comments about the wise remarks and sniffed back, half panting as the exhaustion of a full days work and now the work of basically carrying this knight back to the servant’s quarters was taking its toll. She pushed on through though, the servants quarters was just around the corner.
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Post by Idris on May 31, 2011 2:58:55 GMT -5
Idris could never imagine not being close to her family. Although she was obviously less close to them now because of the proximity issues, at least she knew they still cared about her. She didn't want to say she was sorry that he and his family weren't close because she didn't know why they weren't close.
She laughed as he suggesting having another go at pouring wine over nobles and nodded her head, "If I could I probably would-" She put her hand over her mouth and half laughed, "Forgive me, I should know better really, my tongue'll get me into a whole heap of trouble one day!" She joked, but it was true, she knew from hear say that Arthur's servant, Merlin, could get away with comments like that to the Prince, but that didn't mean Idris could be on such friendly terms with every noble she met.
"Anyway, I doubt I'll be trusted with wine for tonight, I'll probably hide myself away in the kitchen and clean the crockery." She gave him a small smile but soon enough this small respite would be gone, and she would go back to being a nobody.
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Post by Idris on May 30, 2011 17:39:39 GMT -5
Idris felt her cheeks get slightly hot with frustration at this man. Really by now she should be trying to seek out some friendly faces down at the inn rather than mopping up after someone else’s good night. She wasn’t getting paid for it! Then again, her mother had always taught her that good deeds bring their own rewards and suchlike.
The man volunteered his name and becoming more irritated Idris mockingly curtseyed and said, “Sorry, I should have asked your name before I pointed out how drunk you were, sir.” She then amused herself by watching him try to get himself up, at one point he looked like he was about to go over and her heart took over her anger as she reached out to grab his shoulder, but he regained his footing by himself.
She stepped back as his hands began to wave about in different directions and he seemed to be thinking hard about something "We haven't...um...we haven't done this properly." He muttered and Idris raised her eye brows, but before she could ask anything he’d told her his name again.
“Mines Idris,” She said slowly, beginning to calm down, he accepted her offer of the servants quarters and she managed a small smile, taking the arm which wasn’t helping him prop himself against the wall and pulled it around her shoulders, “Rest some of your weight on me, you’ll find it easier to move.” As they began to move she stopped slightly, “But anymore wise remarks and I will just leave you, sir.”
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Post by Idris on May 30, 2011 17:26:11 GMT -5
Idris studied the woman who excused the girl who had run into her leg. She was very pretty facially but seemed slightly reserved at first. Idris recognised this from her own sister Joycelyn, who usually tried to appear confident but that flicker of the voice at the end of a sentence, or the slight flushing of the cheeks during a comment told Idris that this woman was reserved, not necessarily shy or untrusting, just unsure of her new colleague as of yet. Or of course she could be seeing too much into it, they had only just met, and Idris was sure she would be a bit flustered if a relative, or offspring of hers had run into a stranger.
Idris had not yet been on a first term name basis with anyone in Camelot yet, people usually just wanted to know what she could do to help them, and how quickly she could do it. The more, and the quicker she got things done, the more she was paid. It was a simple philosophy but at least she always knew there was work where there were Lord’s and Ladies to be served. She was sure that being attached to a particular knight or lady would be much more glamorous than running round after half the court, but beggars can’t be choosers now can they?
She smiled at her new acquaintance as another reassurance that she wasn’t bothered by the incident, Idris wasn’t hurt at all and anyway it had forced this conversation. Idris nodded to her enquiry about how long she’d been at Camelot, “It doesn’t feel like weeks,” Idris excused, “Feels like days in some respects.” As Brynn introduced herself Idris smiled and moved closer towards her as at present they still had a large chunk of the kitchens separating them,
“Nice to meet you Brynn, my names Idris, just plain Idris.” She smiled, “I’m just a helping hand in the kitchens.” It felt bad to even be at the bottom of the pile in being a servant, a goose maid sounded a lot more upper-class than the girl who runs around after spoilt nobles refilling their goblets. Idris turned her attention to the small girl who still didn’t seem to know what to do. Idris knelt down and smiled at the girl, but directing the question more to Brynn, “And who is this pretty young lady?”
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Post by Idris on May 30, 2011 16:02:59 GMT -5
Idris was not a patient woman at the best of times, but she’d managed to stumble upon one of the only nasty drunks in Camelot. She raised her eye brows at his comments about it being easier to be a knight rather than a servant. Although she knew she had to take whatever she said with a pinch of salt because he was completely drunk it didn’t stop her being irritated. She tilted her head to the side and drew herself down to the mans level,
“You mean it only stops when your too drunk enough to remember your own name. Sir?” Her tongue was sharp and she sniffed back, drawing back up to her full height and folding her arms, “We aren’t too far away from the servants quarters, I could take you there, at least its more comfortable than the floor, or you can wait here for the guards.” She raised her eye brows, at the end of the day she owed this man no loyalties. He’d probably look down at her on a day to day basis so why should it be any different in his drunken state?
It wasn’t even that she particularly hated the fact he was a noble and she was not, it was the fact she was extending some kindness and so far he was rejecting it. He wasn’t so drunk he couldn’t speak, so there must be a part of him which didn’t like her for whatever reason, and she didn’t have any time for any of that nonsense.
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Post by Idris on May 30, 2011 13:47:03 GMT -5
She laughed when he said it would take a lot more to make him angry and shout at her, “I’ll try harder next time then?” She chuckled, signalling the joke, she really couldn’t afford to irritate anyone else in Camelot. She felt herself relaxing, which was a nice feeling, she hadn’t really relaxed around anyone whilst she had been in Camelot. It wasn’t that she was scared, she hadn’t been brought up to be in that mentality to feel scared in new situations, she just felt a bit out of place. This was the high point in Camelotian society, and she had been on the outside of it so much that it felt odd to now be pacing up and down the castle.
She nodded in agreement as he copied her words and shrugged as he told her about his brother, “I suppose a lot of people in families grow apart eventually.” Although she didn’t let it show to Lucan, that statement was very much extrapolated to her own life. And she now didn’t want to rib Lucan for any more family based information because where she didn’t really want to let him into her personal life, his personal life seemed incredibly tragic and yet he wanted to share it with someone he’d only just met.
They walked for a few minutes in silence, it probably should have been more awkward than it was but Idris continued all the same, “Will you go back to the feast after you’ve changed?” She asked brightly.
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Post by Idris on May 30, 2011 13:16:08 GMT -5
Idris sniffed back and smiled, shaking her head, “Your not prying, just asking.” She gave him a small smile and continued on her way.
Although she liked Lucan she wasn’t ready yet to let him fully into her life. This whole world was still new to her, and although her head told her that a friend to help her on a way couldn’t be anything but a good thing, as usual Idris’s stubborn mind insisted on doing everything herself. She appreciated not being enquired further about her family.
“So your good at handling a sword yeah?” She chuckled, “I chose the wrong person to spill wine all over then!”
Idris could see he was uncomfortable as he spoke about his family, and she felt genuine pangs of sympathy for the fact his mother had died when he was so young. Idris had no idea how they’d have coped if her own mother had died when Idris was still a toddler. Her father had never been much help in the day to day running of the household; that had been all down to her mother. The farm only worked as well as it did because both of them loved the land so much.
“Do you see much of your brother?” She asked then checked herself, “Sorry, now I feel like I’m prying.”
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Post by Idris on May 30, 2011 12:37:15 GMT -5
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Hello everyone! My real name is Emma and I'm 19 years old. I currently am studying History at University and I am loving it! I'm from a small town just outside Manchester in the UK! It isn't very exciting and it always rains xD
I am a stay at home student with 2 younger brothers and a cat, a rabbit and a fish! I absolutely love all of them, but my cat's the quirkiest as she feels no pain as she often walks into windows, smacks her head off tables and licks glass [no joke].
I've been writing RP since I was 14 but I was only attached to one site which I left because the admin were a bit poor... However I absolutely love writing and all the drama and everything! ^_^
I am a massive Geek, espeically about Doctor Who which is like my second love! I also fan vid about Doctor who as well as creating lots of fan art for my favourite shows.
My hobbies include field hockey, knitting, reading and geeking out in general
Favorite Animal: Penguins
Favorite Color: Green
Favorite Book: The Time Travellers Wife or Mansfield Park
Favorite Movies: Both St Trinian's movies, Monty Python, Robin Hood 2O1O, Harry Potter
Favorite TV Shows: Doctor Who, Merlin, Mock the Week, The Apprentice
Favorite Song: It changes a lot, but at the moment its 'Cuckoo' by Lissie
Favorite Food: SFC American style without a doubt!
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Post by Idris on May 30, 2011 12:07:59 GMT -5
Idris beamed as Lucan defended her in front of the other servant, in her usual mood Idris would have bit back herself, but she was feeling slightly more reserved as she knew servants had been sacked for doing less than she had in one feast. “She’s always like that, its not like a special mood she puts on just for me or anything.”
They began to walk in the general direction of the kitchens and Idris found herself being interrogated about whether her family worked in the castle or not. She almost paused, the pangs to be alongside her family were ones that she could usually keep at bay but when she was directly asked about them, those feelings became stronger.
She shook her head and laughed,
“Nah, why? Did you want to tell on me?” She jested and continued upon the walk to the kitchens. She’d been working at the castle for under a month, but she’d not seen her family for a month before that as she’d been seeking employment in other villages before she’d even thought to come to Camelot.
She decided a quick subject change was all that could be done, “Do your parents reside in Camelot? Or have they just left you to your own devices?”
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Post by Idris on May 30, 2011 11:49:35 GMT -5
After a few days of intensive work in the castle, Idris was glad to have some time to herself. She had been told to take the afternoon off as there was a feast in the evening which would probably last until the early hours of the morning if the Knight’s of Camelot were anything to go by. Most of her fellow servants, with the same instruction, had taken to their bed chambers, Idris on the other hand saw it as the golden opportunity to go into the main streets of Camelot and see her new home first hand. It was now sunset so Idris had been duty bound to return as quickly as possible.
She’d had such a wonderful afternoon as Camelot had been granted with such a wonderful day, and the heat would of course be matched by that of the castle kitchens soon enough. It was afternoons such as these which made her miss her lazy days back at the farm. She could picture it, right about now Alfie and Benedict were probably winding up Jocelyn and lying back in the corn fields which surrounded their home…
Her thoughts always came back to her family because she had little else to focus on. All she had was the snapshot image of them as she left the farm for what felt like forever. None of them could write so after a few weeks they had no correspondence which got easier as the days went on. She hadn’t really made any friends as such yet.
In a slight daze Idris entered the kitchens and felt someone collide with her leg. She didn’t cry out but her eyes widened in shock and found a small girl staring up at her in shock, “I’m sorry, my sister can be a little… rash sometimes.” A woman behind her excused and Idris smiled it away,
“It’s no matter, worse things could happen, least no one’s hurt!” At the strangers question Idris nodded, “I’ve only been here a few weeks but I’ve been keeping myself busy. I haven’t seen you around before, but I presume your not new?”
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Post by Idris on May 30, 2011 11:18:18 GMT -5
Idris stopped herself raising her eye brows. It was nice to think that this noble could think that there could be a possibility of friendship, and although Idris loved the banter with him, she knew that she could hardly be like one of his noble friends. Society had deemed her the underdog, and she accepted that. She smiled and nodded,
“Yeah,” She said in a small voice, “It’s a deal.” As if on cue one of the older servants cut between her and Lucan and scolded her for spilling the wine, asking how she could be so stupid and apologised to Lucan again,
“She’s new you see,” The servant explained, then pushing some goblets into Idris’s hands, “Take those to the kitchens for cleaning, if you don’t drop them on the way!” She huffed off to scold two other servants who were giggling and ogling over the latest addition to the Knights of Camelot.
Idris shrugged her comments off instantaneously, its something she’d always done and being in Camelot didn’t change that one bit. If anything, it meant that she did it more frequently. She gave Lucan a small smile and went to leave him then remembered,
“The kitchens are right down past the knights quarters yeah? I’ll walk with you that far?” She gave him a smile, “Don’t worry, these goblets are empty.”
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Post by Idris on May 30, 2011 10:56:01 GMT -5
Well at least he wasn’t dead, that was the first worry over and done with. She wouldn’t want to trade places with his head for any amount of money in the world; by the time his hangover kicked in he’d have wished he was dying rather than suffer that agony. She raised her eye brows,
“Six months? Can’t have been my fault then, I’ve only been here a few weeks.” She smiled sympathetically as he turned himself over so he was sitting the right way up, with his back against the wall. She turned her head slightly to right and bit her lip as he voiced his worries about her being about in the castle this late at night,
“Only just finished work haven’t I? Not all of us can finish while its still light.” Her legs were falling asleep so she shifted her weight and decided to get up so she was staring down at the man, “Are your chambers far?” She asked, looking up and down the corridors for any help; typical usually the corridors were teaming with guards but as soon as she needed a bit of help they were on their break!
“Never mind me getting to bed, if you don’t get some sleep the guards’ll have you sleeping on hay in the dungeon if you don’t shift soon!”
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Post by Idris on May 30, 2011 10:39:54 GMT -5
“Well I doubt they’ll let me anywhere near helping at sword practice after this.” Idris pointed out, half bitterly and half jokingly. Preferably she’d rather be attached to one knight or lady as a servant, rather than just be a nameless face in a crowd of court servers. But she supposed this had been what she’d signed up for, and it was better than nothing.
As he winked at her she half wanted to scoff or jest but did neither, she raised an eye brow and gave a small smile which bordered on flirty. “Sorry, I don’t do a job by halves, its all or nothing, and I’ve proved that much with how much of you I managed to get with that wine.” She did feel genuinely bad for soaking the man with wine, if she’d have got his friend she would have already sidled off to try her hand at some other serving duties, but at least this man was being kind to her. Something she’d found difficult to find so far in Camelot.
“Well I have nothing else to call you,” She replied coolly and grinned. He gave her the cloth back and she pursed her lips together in an expression of ‘gee thanks’, what she’d wanted, a fully soaked cloth; it would take forever to get these stains out. He turned around quickly to leave, but his eyes followed her as she took the cloth back and she volunteered her name, “Idris, my name is Idris.”
He danced his way out of the hall and she was quickly at his heel, she still felt incredibly bad about the whole thing and caught up with him just as he was about to leave. “I don’t run after men very often,” She laughed slightly, “But I still feel really bad about making you look like you’ve just dunked yourself in a dye barrel, there must be something I can do to make it up to you?”
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Post by Idris on May 30, 2011 10:13:51 GMT -5
Idris had just got her weeks’ pay, it wasn’t much but she’d heard that the rest of the servants went down to the local inn after they had been paid. She clutched her blue cloak around her shoulders and shivered a little bit. The castle kitchens were incredibly warm and adjusting from that heat took a while. She could see night had fallen through the castle windows, and decided to make her way as quickly to the inn as possible.
“Ow.” She paused and looked around her,
“Hello?” Idris called out, slowly walking towards where she’d heard the shout come from. She looked around her; where was a knight or a guard when you needed one? “Hello?” She repeated and heard a slump in the distance. For a moment she checked herself, deciding to forget about the voice, she was sure whatever it was the guards would deal with it.
Well that was the plan until she tripped over the person who had cried out.
She went straight over, cushioning her land with her hands and managing to scramble so she was sitting, rather than lying sprawled on the stone floor. She squinted in the dim candlelight, but from what she could see it was a man, one who heavily reeked of ale. She half laughed at her own clumsiness then turned her attentions back to the man. She’d dealt with drunk men before, but she’d never tripped over one.
Idris placed her hand on the mans shoulder, thrusting it back and forth slightly to wake him up, “Hello? You alright there?”
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Post by Idris on May 30, 2011 9:48:21 GMT -5
Idris was dabbing at the crimson liquid, not allowing the situation to fluster her. She had one hand on her side, he’d caught her just on the hip. ‘That’s going to bruise’ She thought angrily to herself. She began to mop up the crimson liquid again as another servant helped her.
“Really, im fine – I would like to take that cloth from you though” He took the cloth from Idris whose mouth formed a small,
“Oh,” She rubbed her hands on her dress slightly awkwardly as the man wiped himself down. She began to stack the now empty goblets back on the tray. It wouldn’t really do much good in terms of salvaging some of the wine, but they had to be cleaned and refilled. Another servant took the tray away, rolling their eyes at her. Idris bit her lip and continued to help clean up as the mans friend began to shout at her,
““Look at the man! He’s soaked!” Idris was about to bite back and held her tongue with a cool, “I know, and I apologised.” And the sober man cut in, excusing his friend. Then thankfully he left, and Idris was left alone with the crimson stained man; the servants had already helped her clean up the rest of the spilt wine. “Im sorry about him, unfortunately he’s had a little too much as well”
Idris gave a small smile and rubbed her hands on the side of her dress again slightly nervously,
“It’s fine, honestly, it was my fault my aim was a little off.” She said coolly, then widened her smile, “Can I get you a new cloak my Lord?” She was surprised that the man wasn’t more angry than he was, but she wasn’t complaining in the slightest.
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Post by Idris on May 30, 2011 8:46:23 GMT -5
The room was bustling with nobles, all gathered for the knighting of Sir Gareth. The ceremony was over; meaning the best bit of the day was well underway. Idris had been carefully weaving her way in and out of the nobles, trying not to spill any of the wine she was carrying. A large noble grabbed the last goblet off her tray so she retreated to fill up empty goblets. She'd been working in the castle for a few weeks now and was picking up the etiquette nicely.
She filled up her tray again and began to circulate the room again. The celebrations had been going on for a while now, so many of the nobles had begun to get a bit too merry. She enjoyed watching the dancing, all the noble women looked so beautiful. She smiled, enjoying the music, and looking out for any nobles who needed their goblets topping up.
Idris saw a young, handsome noble man calling her over. Keeping her posture straight, just as she had been instructed, she moved over to him and his friend and held out her tray. She curtseyed as both men took a goblet. Giving both a small smile she went to stand upright again as one of the ‘merry’ dancers spun away from their partner, and smashed into Idris’s side. In shock she dropped her tray and wine went everywhere. She was holding her side in pain as the man who had bumped into her excused himself,
“Terribly sorry love,” He rasped in her direction, “Can’t help myself sometimes!”
“Don’t call me love.” She curtly said back to him as his partner came to fetch him. Idris didn’t watch him being dragged away, she turned her attention back to the wine she’d spilt. Of course it had gone all over the table; and all over the noble in front of her. In pure frustration her cheeks flared up as she began to say, “I’m so sorry! Here let me help you.” She took the rag-cloth she had wrapped around her rope belt and began to mop up the wine dripping off the table onto the two Lords, as the other servants rushed forwards to help.
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