The Duke's Bride

[Countess Elaina Moorwood]

"He had plague as a child and never fully recovered. He does his best despite his week constitution" I say elegantly

[Gamlen Amell]

"That so," Gamlen says thoughtfully. It doesn't last long however, his interest swiftly moving back to what's in front of him. "Well, enough o'bout him, royal or no. Do ya have anything you're in need of? I try to make my guests feel more at home than at home, ya ken, so you just sing out if there's aught I could send your way."

[Countess Elaina Moorwood]

"You're too kind." I say sweetly. "I'm sure I'll be just fine."  I give him my best smile all in all this has gone well enough so far a few seeds have been planted but a friend has not yet been made I fear

[Gamlen Amell]

Nice girl, but maybe not too bright I'm thinking, Gamlen thinks, completely oblivious to close in hue to the kettle he is. In regards to the second part, of course, Gamlen absolutely not being anything close to being a 'nice girl.' Naive for sure. Not heard a single rumor about the prince still being sickly from when he got ill young, but she just dribbles that out neat as you please. Unless... Hmm. Need to run this past Harry, just to make sure she's not trying to trip me up. Bitch better not be or...

"Well," he says politely, rising to his feet. "I'm be on my way then. You remember to sing out if you need something, even if it's just some company. Castle's not the only thing around here that's going grand, ya ken," he adds with a wink. 

[Wylde]

Wylde moves to open the door for him to exit, bowing low. 

[Countess Elaina Moorwood]

"Thank you and congratulations again." I say sweetly. Once the door is shut I shudder and beguin rubbing my temples. That went better than expected still I need a stiff drink and a bath. Something about him makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"Tova, if you can see if you can get some of the survents here to talk, I can't say why but I'm worried for his wife." I say solemnly she nods and slips from the room.

[Marian Hawke]

Garrett pushes his way over to Elaina. "That's him, the duke, my-- relative?" he urges. "I don't trust him."

[Countess Elaina Moorwood]

"I don't either. Something is off here..." I shake my head. "Do you want to go with Tova to see if you can find her?" I ask not wanting to say sister allowed

[Marian Hawke]

"I... yes, I should, shouldn't I? Just in case. I should go to her. What if she needs something?" Garrett looks a fright, honestly, nervous and fidgety, as if he can't decide between staying and going. "What if she doesn't want to see me?"

[Tova koshack]

"It will be ok Garrett come on I'll protect you." I say playfully from the door "I can't images anyone doesn't want to see your smiling face" I say turning to go

[Marian Hawke]

Garrett trails after Tova, nervous, one hand on his blade just in case. 

It's not hard to find the bride; she's hardly hidden, tucked away in the Duchess Suite preparing for her wedding. Each of them, the Duke and the Duchess, have separate suites, but they will come together for their wedding and their wedding night. The servants are busily preparing for the wedding tomorrow, so it's not hard to take advantage of the chaos and get their way to the bride's door to pay a visit. They come in through the servant's entrance, not through the big formal front doors, so there's only a thin inner door to knock at between them and Bethany Hawke when they finally get to the end of their journey. 

[Bethany]

The Duchess suite is very much like the suite they've been given to stay in. It's very modern, well decorated, clean and impressive. It's also as bland and neutral as the guest suite, with the only signs of actual habitation being a tray of half-eaten breakfast on the nightstand, a book of poetry laying open on a small desk (the only thing beside an unused inkwell and blotter), and the huddled lump in the bed, covered in several layers of blankets that hide everything but a cascade of long, glossy black hair splayed out on the pillow.

[Marian Hawke]

Garrett creeps towards the bed, glancing up towards the door to the sitting room in case there's motion out there. Seeing no sign of servants, he clears his throat, then asks, in a low voice, "Bethany Hawke?"

[Bethany]

"Nuuu."

[Tova koshack]

I click my toung in disgust. I can tell right away this girl has been drugged with something strong, poison Ora sedative is hard to say. I clear my throut. "I'm Tova Koshack, and this is Garett Hawke. I'm a midwife I'm here to take a look at you." I say stepping closer to the bed. A small wave of my had tells me it's a sedative though with the heavy scent of mugwort on her breath I dint really Ned the spell. Still a few moments later I have counter acted enough of it that she is no longer at risk of a medication becoming a poison. Who ever dosed her was more quack than doctor.

"Can you sit up dear" I say pouring a glass of greasy water from the pitcher by her bed. "Here drink this it will help you feel better." I say passing the now upright girl the drink. "Are you allright? Do you want to be here?" I ask softly