Queen's Chambers

Abi couldn’t help but laugh when she heard Morgan’s words, “I couldn’t agree more,” she would say with a grin, allowing the woman to lead her back towards her chambers. She was relieved that the woman seemed to be in a much better mood, and while she felt anxiety trying to claw its way out of her chest she would push it down and try to be as happy as the Queen. It wasn’t her that would be losing anything if this went sour, anyways; she was merely a Maid of Honor to the Queen with not special titles to her name, so if Morgan was happy with the odds then she would be as well. She would try to be, anyways. When they got to the room and Morgan’s stomach growled she would grin, watching as she moved over to sit at the table and eat a piece of bread. She wondered briefly if she was hungry, though she decided that she must be and would move to sit down opposite her lover. She would pick up a grape and pop it into her mouth, smiling at the Queen as she ate it. She wondered briefly what had happened to them spending the day alone together, though she would let the thought slip out of her head; telling herself that this was much better by far.

She would smile at Morgan when she reached across the table to squeeze her hand, “I know,” she murmurs softly, gently grabbing her hand and lifting it so that she could press a gentle kiss to her skin. She would let go shortly after, watching as the woman in front of her ate while only picking little pieces here and there from the extravagant amount of food that the servants had brought. When Morgan got up and went to the door she would gently bite her lip, watching as she locked it before stripping down and climbing into the tub. It was interesting, how one moment her mind could be completely cluttered with annoying little thoughts, and the next it could be completely blank; so quiet that she expected to hear the chirping of crickets in her own head. Morgan tended to have that effect on her. She felt a blush gathering in her cheeks, though before it could turn her face into a tomato she would move to one of the chests, rifling through the clothes as she searched for something for Morgan to wear, instead of watching her bathe like a creeper. Not that it would necessarily be creepy that she was watching her lover, but still.

Abi continued to rifle through the chests as Morgan took her sweet time in the bath, busying herself with finding not only a dress for her to wear, but accessories as well. It didn’t take nearly as long as she had expected though, because after she had laid out everything the woman was still in the tub. She would shake her head a bit, closing her eyes tightly as she tried to choke back the laughter that was trying to well up in her throat. She found that she viewed herself as acting rather ridiculous, though she couldn’t stop herself. The blush that had settled over her cheeks hadn’t faded yet, and she kept her gaze locked on the floor when she wasn’t busy at the chests. She knew that Morgan was likely to tease her for ages about it, and that only made it significantly worse. So, while she continued to wait she would grab a random book out of the Queen’s selection before moving to sit on the floor at the far side of the bed, ruffling her fingers over the pages as she absentmindedly sat there. She wouldn’t open the book, though, simply staring at the cover and sliding her fingers along the pages. It wasn’t that she didn’t like to read, she just had too much on her mind to consider it.

When she finally heard Morgan climb from the bath she would tap her fingers gently on the cover of the book, leaning her head back against the bed as she continued to sit there, waiting for her to get dressed. She didn’t hear her moving, though, and would bite her bottom lip as she tried to figure out what the other woman was doing, “Clothes are…uhm. On the bed,” she would call out, feeling rather weird acting this way about her own lover. Though, she did managed to convince herself that just because she had a lover didn’t mean that she couldn’t be shy about that sort of thing.

A smile would tweak the corners of her lips when Morgan thanked her, “You’re welcome,” she would murmur, continuing to sit there as the other woman dressed. She set the book down beside her and smiled as she listened quietly as the woman sat on the bed and brushed her air, absentmindedly humming. Though, when Morgan asked if she would mind lacing up her dress she would laugh softly, “Of course not,” she would murmur before climbing onto the bed and sitting cross-legged behind the woman, pushing gently on her shoulders so that she would straighten her posture a tad bit. Before she began to lace up the dress she would trail her fingers gently over the other woman’s skin, gently biting her lip before quickly shaking her head and pulling her fingers away, a chuckle falling from her lips. Afterwards she would quickly lace up the dress, leaning forward to gently kiss the base of Morgan’s neck once she was finished before pulling away and moving to climb off of the bed, more comfortable now that the woman was completely dressed. “Feel better?” she would ask with a tip of her head, wondering if the bath had helped soothe the other woman’s emotional state, though she knew better than to ask that outright.

She would watch silently as the woman pulled the brush through her hair, knowing that she was trying to get it to dry though she knew it was probably going to take awhile. Eventually the woman would stand and move to kiss her cheek before pacing around the room. She would frown, tilting her head a bit as she watched the woman, wondering what might be going through her head. When she finally went back and donned her accessories she would bite her bottom lip, waiting for the woman to finally speak and tell her what was on her mind. When she did Abi couldn’t help but frown, immediately moving to wrap the other woman in a comforting hug before stepping back a little, “I know,” she murmurs, though she would offer her a gentle smile, “Just…announce it like you would announce having taken on another husband,” she would suggest, shrugging her shoulders slightly. It sounded like a good idea to her, though she wasn’t exactly sure how the woman would feel about going about it that way. It actually seemed kind of logical to her; if Morgan didn’t make a big deal out of it then it was more likely that other people would take the news calmly.

Abi would beam when the Queen praised her, "I'm glad you think so," she chuckles, gently kissing the other woman's nose before she could move away. When she moved to tie her hair up before marching to the door and demanding that the servant ask everybody of importance to gather in her audience chamber she would bite gently at her lip, having hoped that the woman would give her more time to bathe and ready herself, though she figured that it wouldn't be all that bad; she'd bathed the day before and she figured that she could dress rather quickly.

When Morgan asked if she would like to accompany her she would laugh, finding it amusing that the woman would even need to ask, "I wouldn't miss it for the world," she murmurs softly, dancing forward to gently kiss the woman's cheek, "But, you'll have to give me a few minutes. I need to dress. Unless you would rather have me in your audience chamber in my bedclothes," she would tease before moving away from the woman and towards one of the chests that she had claimed; she often spent the night in the Queen's rooms and needed to be able to change. On her way over she would undress, digging quickly through the chest when she got there. She would dress as fast as was possible, having chosen a dress that didn't require lacing, though she felt rather uncomfortable in it as the lack of laces also apparently meant a lack of material covering her back.

She wouldn't let it bother her right now, though, and would move to where Morgan had left the brush. She would yank it through her hair several times before reaching back to knot her thick mass of hair atop her head. She was finished in less than ten minutes and once she was done she would grin at her lover, "Ready?" she would ask, though the question was accompanied by a nervous lurch of her stomach.