The Westridge staff bustled about the Annex efficiently going about their assigned tasks. There was an air of great expectation about the place as tables and chairs were all dusted and polished until they gleamed in the glow of the lanterns that would be used that night. Areas that had not been cleaned in years finally saw the light of day as the maids went about their business readying the place for the royal visit.
The bar was fully stocked with every imaginable kind of expensive liquors, teas, and non-alcoholic beverages one could imagine. A half-hour before the match was scheduled to begin the catering service the Queen had arranged for would be in place with a sumptuous bounty of delicacies from across the land for the fans to choose from. All finger foods easily eaten of course.
One ring was carefully prepared and the caller?s couch that was normally used was moved to a storage room for the evening. A red carpet was unrolled that led from the doorway to where a throne was placed with a perfect view.
The throne was grand yet not a large affair, the perfect size for the petite cowgirl Queen. It was decoratively carved with ivy leaves and floral designs out of light colored wood and had the crest of Westridge engraved in the high back above where the Caller?s head would rest when she sat upon it.
Meanwhile....
Des was luxuriating in the huge marble tub that the King of the High Elves had specially made for them with mounds of rose scented bubbles and a glass of elven wine carelessly dangling from one hand navy eyes closed in bliss. She had been there for some time now enjoying the quiet as she relaxed in peace.
That is right up until the very people that she really disliked came bustling into the room with warmed plush towels and rousted her from her very comfy, cozy, half doze with their chiding and prodding informing her that she was going to turn herself into a prune and no self-respecting Queen would appear that way in public.
Literally biting her tongue she stood and stepped from bath, downed the expensive wine without taking the time to savor it as it should be, and placed the crystal goblet on the table then let them treat her like an over-sized doll they were playing dress up with.
Why she had ever let that snooty Miss Partinger convince her this was a good idea she had no clue and was getting more agitated and convinced it was a very bad idea by the second as the first maid smoothed rose scented lotion into the soft skin of one arm and the other began brushing out the silken waves of her chestnut curls.
The Caller?s gaze landed on the gown and robes of state that were hanging in all their splendor on the door of the armoire and she literally shuddered from head to toe violently at the mere thought of having to appear in public all gussied up like that with her crown no less.
Before she could form another thought one arm was being thrust into a warm robe and she blinked at the first maid who replied, ?Ye should have said ye were cold, M?lady!? Des shot her a glare that should have singed all the beautiful blonde hair from her head but again bit her tongue and remained standing very still for them.
?Dead. Miss Partinger was going to die a vile, evil, horrid death for certain sure this time,? the cowgirl Queen decided as her head jerked to the side when the second maid found a tangle with her brush and a little squeak of pain escaped.
If there had been any way possible she could have gotten herself into that rigamarole fancy getup hanging over there by herself those two maids would have long been gone from the room. At last the brush ran freely through her curls and the maid swept them all upwards then began to pin them.
?My silver hair pins. The two just there.? Des pointed to her jewelry chest for the first maid at two long innocent enough looking hair decorations. Maid number one had seen these before, sadly maid number two doing the hair had not and when she was handed these ornate but deadly stiletto blades to put in her Queen?s hairdo she promptly passed out in a heap on the floor.
A glance to the bundle of material that used to be a perfectly good maid and she headed for the door to the hallway, opened it, and yelled, ?Got another one for ya Darlin?!? The footman came at once to pick up and take back to the servants quarters the sixth maid that had collapsed in the Queen?s dressing room since the cowgirl had taken up residence.
A little grin on her face she turned back to Silvynesta and winked to her sassily. ?I?m thinking maybe you and me is gonna have to learn to do this all by ourselves Darlin? cause so far you is the only one that ain?t done passed out on me when I was gettin? all gussied up.?
The bar was fully stocked with every imaginable kind of expensive liquors, teas, and non-alcoholic beverages one could imagine. A half-hour before the match was scheduled to begin the catering service the Queen had arranged for would be in place with a sumptuous bounty of delicacies from across the land for the fans to choose from. All finger foods easily eaten of course.
One ring was carefully prepared and the caller?s couch that was normally used was moved to a storage room for the evening. A red carpet was unrolled that led from the doorway to where a throne was placed with a perfect view.
The throne was grand yet not a large affair, the perfect size for the petite cowgirl Queen. It was decoratively carved with ivy leaves and floral designs out of light colored wood and had the crest of Westridge engraved in the high back above where the Caller?s head would rest when she sat upon it.
Meanwhile....
Des was luxuriating in the huge marble tub that the King of the High Elves had specially made for them with mounds of rose scented bubbles and a glass of elven wine carelessly dangling from one hand navy eyes closed in bliss. She had been there for some time now enjoying the quiet as she relaxed in peace.
That is right up until the very people that she really disliked came bustling into the room with warmed plush towels and rousted her from her very comfy, cozy, half doze with their chiding and prodding informing her that she was going to turn herself into a prune and no self-respecting Queen would appear that way in public.
Literally biting her tongue she stood and stepped from bath, downed the expensive wine without taking the time to savor it as it should be, and placed the crystal goblet on the table then let them treat her like an over-sized doll they were playing dress up with.
Why she had ever let that snooty Miss Partinger convince her this was a good idea she had no clue and was getting more agitated and convinced it was a very bad idea by the second as the first maid smoothed rose scented lotion into the soft skin of one arm and the other began brushing out the silken waves of her chestnut curls.
The Caller?s gaze landed on the gown and robes of state that were hanging in all their splendor on the door of the armoire and she literally shuddered from head to toe violently at the mere thought of having to appear in public all gussied up like that with her crown no less.
Before she could form another thought one arm was being thrust into a warm robe and she blinked at the first maid who replied, ?Ye should have said ye were cold, M?lady!? Des shot her a glare that should have singed all the beautiful blonde hair from her head but again bit her tongue and remained standing very still for them.
?Dead. Miss Partinger was going to die a vile, evil, horrid death for certain sure this time,? the cowgirl Queen decided as her head jerked to the side when the second maid found a tangle with her brush and a little squeak of pain escaped.
If there had been any way possible she could have gotten herself into that rigamarole fancy getup hanging over there by herself those two maids would have long been gone from the room. At last the brush ran freely through her curls and the maid swept them all upwards then began to pin them.
?My silver hair pins. The two just there.? Des pointed to her jewelry chest for the first maid at two long innocent enough looking hair decorations. Maid number one had seen these before, sadly maid number two doing the hair had not and when she was handed these ornate but deadly stiletto blades to put in her Queen?s hairdo she promptly passed out in a heap on the floor.
A glance to the bundle of material that used to be a perfectly good maid and she headed for the door to the hallway, opened it, and yelled, ?Got another one for ya Darlin?!? The footman came at once to pick up and take back to the servants quarters the sixth maid that had collapsed in the Queen?s dressing room since the cowgirl had taken up residence.
A little grin on her face she turned back to Silvynesta and winked to her sassily. ?I?m thinking maybe you and me is gonna have to learn to do this all by ourselves Darlin? cause so far you is the only one that ain?t done passed out on me when I was gettin? all gussied up.?