montague
𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸?
As her mother incessantly chatted with the tailor and various maids in the small powder room, Elisabeth stood silently. Her arms were perched out to her side like a bird ready to take flight. The tailor's small hands wrapped a measuring tape around her every so often, and Elisa couldn't wait for the fitting to be over. Not that she was as excited for their next errand of the day: meeting her future husband, who was almost a king for their rivaling kingdom, wasn't going to be a walk in the park, and neither was Elisa's job. But her father had been insistent, and no one can defy Edward Finch when his mind is set on something. Much like his daughter.
As the tailor clapped his cold hands and smiled to Elisa's mother to signify his finish, she daintily stepped off the raised platform and hit the ground. Her personal maid, Catherine, had one of her most formal dresses at the ready, a sympathetic look behind her brown eyes. Cathy was the only maid Elisa ever really became close with, and much to her mother's distaste, was one of her closest friends. Cathy was aware of how little she wanted to be married off for her father's benefit. As she slipped into the beautiful emerald fabric, another of her maids began to fiddle with her hair, curling the delicate golden strands and touching up the rest of her outfit. As soon as she was finished getting her shoes on, Elisa's mother whisked her out of the powder room, her gown flowing behind her.
"I do hope you're prepared to meet him, darling," Rosaline noted to her daughter. "He's of very high status, almost higher than ours. We musn't embarrass ourselves. Especially for your father's sake. I've heard he is more than a suitable marriage partner for you. And to think of the calm and peace we may get when you two are married off!" Clapping her hands together, Rosaline strode faster along the halls and down flights of stairs, where their silver carriage was waiting at their doorfront. An emerald 'F' was engraved in the side for their family name, Finch, and without another word to her mother, Elisabeth stepped into the carriage and slammed the door.
_Exodus_