"Oh, my dear, I'm so sorry! I think it must be much harder for you. We only have two servants, and you know, they're not bad people, they work hard, it's only that they're set in their ways, and they've been with the household far longer than I have, I don't blame them for it really. But you must have a whole household, dozens of servants, a whole crowd of people! Here in a foreign country. I am sorry, Marie-- Mary, it sounds awful if they don't listen to you even a little. When you're so lovely and you have such good ideas, and anyway it's your right to have some say!"
Kings and queens and grand courts, she's not so clear on how that works or what she thinks about it. But her dear friend Mary ought to be able to arrange little things like dinner and embroidery thread in her own home; she's on firm ground there.
"I don't have it have so bad as that, I shan't complain a bit more. But -- may I tell you a little secret? I hope it won't sound like boasting, I hope you'll be happy for me. My Marius and I, we want to move out into our own little house, with rooms for my father, where it can truly be ours. I suppose it's not truly a secret but it hasn't happened yet, he hasn't spoken to his grandfather. But I do want to. I don't suppose you and your husband could do anything of the sort?"
It's weakly asked, because she may not know much about medieval kings, but she's fairly certain it would be entirely impossible. Could they even get a little wing to themselves, a set of rooms, something like that? That part, she has no idea about. Castles are grand and mysterious, edifices of glamor and of monarchy and of state business far above her understanding.
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Kings and queens and grand courts, she's not so clear on how that works or what she thinks about it. But her dear friend Mary ought to be able to arrange little things like dinner and embroidery thread in her own home; she's on firm ground there.
"I don't have it have so bad as that, I shan't complain a bit more. But -- may I tell you a little secret? I hope it won't sound like boasting, I hope you'll be happy for me. My Marius and I, we want to move out into our own little house, with rooms for my father, where it can truly be ours. I suppose it's not truly a secret but it hasn't happened yet, he hasn't spoken to his grandfather. But I do want to. I don't suppose you and your husband could do anything of the sort?"
It's weakly asked, because she may not know much about medieval kings, but she's fairly certain it would be entirely impossible. Could they even get a little wing to themselves, a set of rooms, something like that? That part, she has no idea about. Castles are grand and mysterious, edifices of glamor and of monarchy and of state business far above her understanding.