The Duke's Bride

[Bethany]

"Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

When Tova pulls the covers off the girl-- young women at best, even if the simple cotton nightgown she's wearing makes it clear she's the most endowed female of Garrett's personal acquaintance (and isn't that just exactly what he wants to be thinking right now)-- Beth whimpers piteously and tries to bury her face in the pillow. "Sleee-eeeppp." she begs, eyes still firmly shut, even after Tova hauls her upright. She sways a little, lips set in a pout, and Garrett can almost imagine seeing a younger Beth doing this exact thing every time she was woken up before she was good and ready to be awake. "Wha'time issit?" she slurs crossly.

[Tova koshack]

"Nearly for love." I say gently wrapping a shall around her shoulders. "Tell me who gave you so much mugwort it nearly killed you. If you need something for nerves saint johns is better and won't kill you." I say with a shake of the head.

[Carver Amell]

There's a second surprise in the bed, something that at first seems like a shadow, or an extra pillow -- but it's another girl, snuggled further down into the bed than her sister. Her hair is only a little darker, blending in well with Beth's, and she's thin, frail, pale. She shoves her face into Beth's side the way Bethany shoves her face into the pillow, clearly not willing to get up either, though she doesn't smell of mugwort. 

[Bethany]

Beth lets out a pleased murmur, still clearly mostly asleep, and runs her fingers through the other girl's hair in a loving caress. She twists, lifting her head so she can smile down at her bed partner, then frowns slightly. "Wait..."

Blinking owlishly, she peers around the room slowly. "Umm." Her brain near visibly stalls out as she tries to piece together what's going on. "'ew doctor?" she manages with some struggle.

[Marian Hawke]

Garrett freezes like an idiot, staring down at the two girls. There's no recognition. None. And yet... and yet... something feels... something seem... right about the two of them. Being together. Being comfortable. Sleeping in. Something tightens in his chest, squeezing. 

[Tova koshack]

"Yes I'm a midwife. And this is my assistant Garrett." I say giving him a light kick of,y foot to snapp him back into reality.  "We're here to check up on you."

[Bethany]

"Oh." Beth frowns, brow furrowing as she tries to think. "Wait." Her eyes widen, sleep draining away rapidly. "Midwife?! I'm not-- what!?"

[Tova koshack]

"No you're not with child. Just because we help with birth doesn't mean that's the only thing we do." I say shaking my head

[Marian Hawke]

Garrett steps closer to the bed, peering down at the two girls. "Are you... well?"

[Carver Amell]

Carol shifts, clutching close to Beth, refusing to open her eyes. It can't be time yet. Go away. 

[Tova koshack]

"Are you alright?" "I don't work for the duke I work for the crown if you don't want to be here we can take you to safety." I say solemnly noticing hoe slim they are and how much they flinch when u move or talk

[Bethany]

Beth blinks rapidly, then shakes her head again. "Slow down," she demands, one arm curling around the smaller girl to pull her closer, the other coming up, palm out, in a non-vocal repeat of her words. "Who are you two? And why are you here? How are you here?" Her eyes dart to the door to the rest of the suite... which has a chair under the handle. Well. That's perfectly normal, right? Strange she hadn't thought to block the servants passage though.

[Tova koshack]

"I'm Tova koshack, and this is Garret hawke. We came through the survents door. We work or her excellency the countess Elaina regent of Angland. She was concerned for your health and safety after a visit with the duke. We are here to check on you and remove you from his keep if need be. We are here to insure your health and safety"

[Bethany]

Beth continues to stare, the utter strange and novelty of this event causing her mind to constantly stumble as she works through all this. "You-- Remove me from... Wait, Elaina?" She tilts her head, trying to track down a memory. "She... We met her, I think? When we were really young, at a stuffy party something... she's blonde and... She liked to chatter about horses?" Never letting go of the other girl, she rubs her palm against her temple. "Ugh, feel hungover," she mumbles to herself. 

[Tova koshack]

"It's probably all the mugwort you were dosed with." I say patently " look why don't we start at the beginning. How did you become engaged to the duke? Is this what you want?" I ask gently