| Today's Not Your Day |
| Summary: | Rutger is prevented from visiting Isolde and encounters her chambermaid, Iulia. |
| Date: | 1/4/2012 |
| Related Logs: | None |
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| Corridor, Tordane Tower |
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The only things to pass through the Lady Isolde's chambers on the second level of Tordane Tower have been meals, laundry, the occasional letter of correspondence and lately the much put upon Iulia who was just departing from the noblewoman's chambers. A large basket weighed down both her arms, pilled high with linens from previously worn attire and bathing, had obstructed the majority of this young girl's field of vision. Each step became a new challenge to her balance as her chin rose high, straining to cast her bright brown eyes over the bundled mountain of cloth and not manage to knock a structure out of place on her way for the staircase.
Coming from the bottom up, the sounds of bootsteps as someone is barging his way up to the Nayland lady's room. "I don't rightly give a fuck, if her legs have fallen off, I will see the lady- as it pertains to matters in which I will be needing to discuss when I am no longer present. Does that make sense? I am sure it does, now aside." comes the voice of Rutger Nayland echoing up. Soon enough what little scuffle is there-is finished and the knight is coming closer and closer till.
"Oh for fucks sake." muttered as eyes look to the pile of clothing and eyes peering down at him. "Both lady and brother indefuckingsposed..and now this?" Sadly, poor Iulia has found herself between the laundry and a hard place.
There was one thing anyone serving the Naylands have become accustomed to and that had been their tempers. No matter the reason every had to be on their guard in the company of the lords within. That heavy footfall had slowed her gait, head craning to the side to direct her ear towards its origin. He was fast and she was weighted. Shuffling near the wall, large wicker basket in arms, she afforded the male as much charging space that she could warrant. "Forgive me m'lord." Thankfully the linen mountain concealed the lower portion of her face. "The Lady Isolde is not receiving visitors at the current time. If it should please you, I can inform the Lady that you wish an audience with her?"
There was one thing anyone serving the Naylands have become accustomed to and that had been their tempers. No matter the reason every had to be on their guard in the company of the lords within. That heavy footfall had slowed her gait, head craning to the side to direct her ear towards its origin. He was fast and she was weighted. Shuffling near the wall, large wicker basket in arms, she afforded the male as much charging space that she could warrant. "Forgive me m'lord." Thankfully the linen mountain concealed the lower portion of her face. "The Lady Isolde is not receiving visitors at the current time. If it should please you, I can inform the Lady that you wish an audience with her?"
Eyes remain narrowed as he stares down Iulia for a moment. A crinkle in his brow, before he is bringing a hand up, a wave-dismissed like that. "I am quite aware, that the lady claims she is not allowing people to see her. I've seen a pregnant woman-there is more than fat there, I warrant you." Of course, that is what he is thinking is keeping the woman penned up, as opposed to a delicate condition. "And nobody seems to be receiving visitors in this house." a mutter, which cannot entirely be heard before his hand is coming up to smooth over his brow and back into his hair. And with a step, he is moving to squeeze himself by the lady in waiting, only pausing once a little past, so as not to be stuck against her. "You've done nothing wrong, mistress. Only your duty. Please understand.." Rutger says after a moment of standing. "That my temper is for my dear sister, nothing more."
Iulia nods, too quickly to agree or simply not say no in the face of those who hold the purses for her employment. Save for the Lady Isolde, who seemed to appreciate an honest opinion. Lifting her eyes they steal a glance down the narrow corridor that branches off into various directions for private quarters belonging to others of his kin. With Rutger's vocal tirade near the end, she watched as his form passed by, allowing her to readjust her grip upon the basket's handles. "Thank you m'lord." She smirks a little. "She has been receiving visitors less and less I am afraid. She hardly touched her morning meal." Knowing the lady was currently in deep slumber Iulia had no need to speak in whispers. "Is there something I may be able to assist you with?" Not with this basket in hand, surely.
A glance is given to the basket and to Iulia and there's a movement of his arm, reaching over towards the laundry before he is pushing his hand down. "Set it down, please and look at me." Rutger commands, as to why the Nayland knight is not going into further detail. "Why is she not touching her food? Doesn't she know she has an issue swimming in her belly?" A slight frown and he is looking back up the tower towards his supposed destination. "What is the matter with her?"
Hesitant at first to lower her basket, she was forced to descend to prevent Rutger's exerting pressure from causing the item to spill over. Adding a 'clutz' to her list of skills. With the wicker containment set upon the floor, Iulia soon returned to her upright poise, an imitation of those with blue blood in their veins. "In these early months there are many weeks of sickness I am told. Some days she may eat but on others she is too ill to have a taste." The chambermaid answered simply after raising her eyes from the ground and onto his features. "She will be alright, the ever watching eye of the Maester is dedicated to the Lady's condition."
An amused look passes over Rutger's face as he watches the maid come back up to continue this discourse with him. Still, it seems the knight is not going to force himself up any further. Instead he remains cocked out on the stairs. "I see, and you the chambermaid are not trained in midwifery to help her? What boon companion you must be." the Nayland adds dryly. There's a faint look up the stairs and a sigh, before his hand is moving over his mouth for a moment. "How is it the day, I need both Lord and lady, both cannot speak…" that mostly to himself before he is looking to Iulia. "What do you do, beyond the apparent laundry?"
Her dark brown brows raise a touch under the scrutiny from both Rutger's gaze and soon his tongue. "I have only begun my lessons m'lord, given by the Lady herself." She answers a touch proud at that as if her limited knowledge was indeed a huge milestone for this youth. And likely not she needed to answer the girl replies anyways, completely ignoring her filter, "Perhaps this day is not for you." Pausing for a moment she continues, "Anything the lady wishes." Iulia refrained from listing all her tasks as it may very well invite him to needlessly pry. "Along with companionship as deemed necessary." Hands fell to the sides of her skirts, idly bundling the poor grey material into her hands. In a lower tone she shared, "I think she was in need of a companion closer to her age."
"Anything the lady wishes?" Rutger parrots as he watches the youth before he is moving down a step so that he is on the same level as the chambermaid. As to the other, Rutger is quick to send his hand out to catch the girl by the throat. Though if lucky, he'll not be choking the life out of her, yet. No, simply a light squeeze enough to alarm-and perhaps reinstate the filter that should be there. "Yes..perhaps this day is not my day Mistress. But, I do rather enjoy chambermaids filling me in, on when the crone is fucking my plan up the ass." And like that his hand would be away. A brow raised-as if to ask if she is ok. Odd enough, that.
There was a significant height advantage between the pair of them, favoring the elder male. Iulia followed Rutger's descent on the stairs, just one or two steps that laid birth of a small knit between her brows. In that moment she felt his grasp around her slender throat the chambermaid's chin lifted skyward, lips parting for the soundless gasp to pass through while beating back the desire to lash out or something equally stupid. Her pulse quickened, sending a rushed supply of heat through out her body. Though at the last of his words Iulia's neck was her own again, no longer feeling his presence there she instinctively reached up in touching that assaulted flesh. She would be alright, just shaken up a bit. A heavily pounding heart was good for the body or some would say. Swallowing Iulia replied, "I am sorry m'lord." That boldness in her tone had been temporarily subdued. "Anything." She pauses. "She wishes to orchestrate a feast, for the militia and common folk."
"Then I pray, you let me know when. And I will see if I can attend." said plainly before he is simply staring at the girl's neck. A shake of his head, and he is turning to head further down the steps. one hand raised as if to dismiss any need for a curtsey or a bob. "Do tell her, Lord Ser Rugter Nayland was here to see her before he left for King's Landing. I had words and assurances for her." A look back over his shoulder towards the woman. "Only say that." his words cold there, as if to express this little incident on the stairs did not happen. And then a smile crept up. "Have a good day, mistress." and he was off to find his horse in the yard-so as to leave in a timely fashion.
Two nods answer in reply after lowering her hand, resuming the poise of both limbs draped at her sides. "I will my lord." If only her look could grant him assurances Iulia added another nod in relaying her understanding. "Good day Ser Nayland." She returned. That smile was unsettling, taking comfort once it and the Nayland Lord had disappeared from sight entirely. Unfortunately she also had to travel down that same staircase so her choice was to remain upon the second landing for a few minutes. At least to guarantee they wouldn't cross pass all too soon.
