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[sarahjameson]

Everyone had been gathered in Bern, Roselyn had been told, in the name of diplomacy. To forge alliances and discuss possible peace treaties and trade agreements, yet little to no conversation seemed to take place. The only times the two sides dared mix was under the influence of spirits or beneath the shade of darkness for a midnight rendezvous. No one dared argue politics for fear of repercussions, which Roselyn found piteous. How could anyone enact change if they wouldn’t speak? That was how the lady-in-waiting found herself frequenting the kitchens and servants’ quarters. It was there that she could rant freely without the shackles of propriety keeping her in check. The staff were easy to befriend. They were kind and more generous than anyone else she’d met in the palace, despite possessing so little themselves. 

One particularly spirited chambermaid had become Roselyn’s near constant companion. They spent their time gossiping about the men and complaining about the royals reluctance to make strides to do, well, anything. “Truly, the only time anyone dares speak their mind is when they’re banged up to the eyes. I’d suggest slipping alcohol into everyone’s goblets at supper but I don’t think there are enough spirits in all of Switzerland to get them to open their bloody mouths,” she giggled, her arm linked through the other girl’s as they strode freely through the corridor. “Cowards, the lot of them.”

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