Post by Arabella Elder on Jun 8, 2009 11:15:54 GMT -5
Fifteenth of May, in the year of 1455 of our Lord
I arrived at the palace this very day. I cannot say that it is without luxury, but I do prefer the simple luxuries of Bylenmir, my childhood home. I was called to court to be a lady-in-waiting to the magnificent Queen Catherine. Oh, how I wish that I could have remained at home, but no one can refuse the summons of a Queen. As soon as I am settled, they say, I must visit the seamstresses and get rid of my country clothes. I am extremely tempted to rebuke them, wishing to say that they are my clothes and not theirs, but I have no control here. I will meet the Queen and start my work as soon as I am 'suitable'. I am not quite sure if I that moment to be soon or not. Oh, please let her despise me so I may go home.
Arabella
Seventeenth of May, in the year of 1455 of our Lord
I was taken to the seamstresses today, for one must be outfitted for every occasion. There is a dress for each course of a meal, a dress for riding, a dress for visiting, and such are the woes of me to wear them all. I got to choose the colors of fabric that was used, and I do love the darker colors: blood red, coal, midnight blue, forest, plum--these are what the simple colors' fabrics are called! I did laugh at that, but only in my chamber, where no civilised court member can glare at me and try to instruct me in their ways. They, of course, made it a point to laugh at me when I requested simple dresses.
Arabella
Twenty First of May, in the year of 1455 of our Lord
One of the seamstresses must have taken pity on me, for my dresses were a great deal plainer than most at court. Perhaps this won't be so horrible, at the least, not wearing the clothes. I am still mercifully sick for home. I do wonder, that if I was morbidly ill, if the Queen would send me home. Oh, no! I have just laid eyes on my ball gown. It is the frippiest, most ugly dress I have ever owned. I suppose that I am being a little too harsh though. It is a pretty dress, a nice light blue with flowers on it, but that doesn't mean I wish to wear it. I mean, can you imagine walking in skirts that are near two feet thick? I shudder when I think of trying to dance in it. Of course, I would make a jest of myself dancing without the dress, too, so I suppose it simply cannot get any worse. I hope that there are not any balls or dances soon.
Arabella