The Queen's Suite: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

You find yourself in an immense room, with a white marble floor and the same white stone walls that make up the rest of the Palace. The ceiling is a high, vaulted arch and wide, fluted columns line the east and west sides of the room.

Great candelabras have been lit, and the room blazes with bright light. A small blaze crackles merrily upon the hearth of the fireplace in the corner. A tall, arched stone doorway, curtained in thick red velvet, leads further into the chambers. A pair of huge double-doors, gilded in gold, lead out of the room.

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Aislynn

There is a soft knock on the door outside.

Aislynn glances up from her reading, and waves a hand at a nearby servant, who quickly trots over to open the door.

When the door opens, it reveals Genette, Rennar's old friend, mother figure and mistress of the household.

Smiling pleasantly, with a tinge of empathy painting her features, Aislynn rises a she sees Genette enter, taking a few steps toward her to warmly grasp her hands loosely in hers. "Good day, Mistress Genette. I am glad you came to visit me. Please accept my apologies about what has happened. I want to offer you help in any way I can..."

A warm, almost motherly expression touches Genette's features as she gazes upon Aislynn. She gives the Queen's hands a gentle squeeze. "It is I who should be glad, your Majesty, to have one care about those in House Hune as you. Though really, it is not your fault what happened. I just pray that where ever she is, she is safe." Concern can't help but touch her wizzened features.

Aislynn inclines her head politely, worry still tinging her features. "It is the least I can do, Mistress Genette. Rennar is as a sister to me, and I feel I must to something for those displaced of House Hune." She shakes her head, vexedly. "What Lord Jeffrin is doing is completely unsupportable."

"Unsupportable, but he is doing it all the same." Genette sniffs, then rubs her side as if remembering some sort of pain lingering there. "And none too kindly I might add. I had to spend the evening in the Mother's house. I have no doubts others are receiving worse treatment."

Again, the young Queen shakes her head in vexation, anger glinting in her eyes as she chews on her underlip. "If much of this keeps up," she murmurs, "I will have to take action. What he does borders upon treason. As far as I have been able to find out, the man has no -clear- rights to House Hune. As Rennar is basically an heir-apparent of the Throne of Andor, if I die without issue, it clearly can be seen as almost an act of treason..."

Genette's eyes widen, and a gasp is loosed from her lips, which she raises a hand toward, "I was not aware of that your Majesty. This does not bode well, not at all."

Aislynn smiles faintly, perhaps in the hopes that it will calm the older woman somewhat. "The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, Mistress Genette...but oftentimes it does not hurt to spin it along...if you understand my meaning. I have no plans to sit by and allow Lord Jeffrin to completely disrupt this City in such a manner. But my main hope is to find Rennar first. I was hoping to speak with her bodyguard today, to ask him if he has any ideas or leads."

The elderly woman is appeased, slightly, by the Queen's smile, "I only hope that she can be found. Any number of things could have happened." She sighs deeply, rubbing her hands against her dress. She looks down as she does this, a vexed expression coming to her features, "I did not even get a chance to get my apron!" With all the stuff going on about her, she's laments over a silly apron.

The young Queen raises a slender, pale hand to her lips, hiding a small smile at this. "I am sure we can find you a replacement to use until you are back in your home, Mistress Genette," she says, kindly.

Genette glances up from her lementing, giving the Queen a grateful look, "I would appreciate that much, your Majesty. You are a good woman, and Lady Rennar thought well of you." A warm smile touches her features. "She also worries for you."

Aislynn lifts a pale brow, seeming slightly surprised. "I wonder why she worries for me...Although I do remember last I saw her, she said something about our travels being hard...or something to that effect. It seemed as if she included me in her fears...." Her voice trails off, and she appears pensive for a moment.

"Indeed. She has always worried after you, even when you were in the Tower...." Genette murmurs quietly, folding her hands before her as she speaks. "Though lately, she has been particularly worried over you. She believes the transition from the Tower to the Palace may have been hard upon you, and she was upset that she was unable to attend to you here for an ear to use because of problems at home."

The corners of her lips turning up in a touched smile, Aislynn waves a pale hand, as if dismissing your last comments. "She should not have been upset. I understood. And I understood why she did not wish to come to the reception, because of Maggae Devarin." She offers you another warm smile, and adds, "But I will soon be able to tell her these things myself...I do firmly believe she shall be home soon."

Genette furrows her brow faintly, "You are certain...?" There is a small bit of hope lining her eyes, "We of our House would love for nothing more than to have our Lady home." She blinks slightly, then blushes, "Pardon my candor, your Majesty. We love our Queen as well, however we work under Lady Rennar."

Aislynn chuckles lightly, genuinely amused at this. "Well..." she confesses, "I'm not absolutely certain, but I feel positive about it. She was not found at the scene, and was not seen to be taken under circumstances of violence. At least -that- bodes well."

Some relief does show on Genette's features, her worry lines smoothing some, "Yes... well, perhaps she just left the country for some time to think... but I do wonder about the guards..." She wrings her hands before her, a pained expression in her eyes, "I knew their fathers. They served under Lord Tebryn>"

Aislynn nods, sighing softly, "Yes, that is the vexing part, Mistress Genette, which makes me think...-know-...that something is not right. But Rennar is quite capable, and very intelligent, and I am sure that she can think on her feet and stay....well."

"I only hope that all is well with her. I do not know what I, or many others, would do with out her. Lord Jeffrin is not a kind man to work for, or keep pleased." Genette sniffs at the last. "If I had had my pan in my hands when he was trying to evict me from my home, I would have surely used it!" She exclaims.

"And I would not have blamed you in the least. The man is a complete boorish brute," the Queen mimics your disdainful sniff, obviously remembering how he disported himself at the engagement festivities.

Genette raises her hand slightly, to cover the smile generated from the Queen mimicing her actions. It does not take long for the elderly woman to regain her composure, "If it pleases your Majesty, there are several members of the House who would like to join your employ. I, myself, am torn between working here, and looking after Lord Demonder. Light only knows what the poor man must be going through. He is quite besotted over my Lady."

Aislynn inclines her head politely, "Of course, Mistress Genette. He must be simply beside himself with worry. Please, do as you feel you must. I simply wished to issue the invitation, and all are welcome here from House Hune. Perhaps you would be able to offer some small measure of comfort to Lord Demonder during Rennar's abscence."

Genette nods her head slowly as she reguards the Queen, "Indeed, I may. He and I share some interests in the Lady's affairs, or love for one, and our worry, particularly when she goes into one of her spells." Again the elderly woman twists her hands together, wringing them tightly. She looks as if she's about to say more, but stops, pressing her lips together in thought.

Lifting a brow speculatively, Aislynn murmurs soothingly, "What is it, Mistress Genette? Is there aught that I can help with?"

Genette seems uncertain for a few moments, "Her spells are of an unusual sort... a sort that she has trusted few into her confidence over.... Lord Demonder and myself are the only two to know, to my knowledge." Indecision also touches her eyes.

Aislynn nods gently, saying quietly, "Then do not feel you must tell me. I am sure Rennar will confide in me in her own good time." She smiles softly.