Necessitas is the mother of frustration

[gladtoseeyouidiots]

Her parents are actually going through with this. Carolina has negotiated and argued for countless hours now, only to find out that they signed the treaty behind her back. Never mind that she will one day rule the country of Necessitas in her mother's place. She's being married off like chattel to a man who cares more about his profligate affairs with various lovers than about his own kingdom.

Some stories call him a demon. Carolina is already convinced he's a monster.

She won't weep. Not in front of the court. But when she sweeps into the privacy of her own room, angry tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "This is wrong," she whispers.

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[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"I know," Abby smiles. "But her company here is the friendship as well. Now, my lady, perhaps I might draw you a bath?"

[gladtoseeyouidiots]

"A bath?" Is she not presentable now? She would much rather go for a ride, but not with the stipulations her parents are sure to place on her this soon after their fight.

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"To soothe you, lady," Abby notes. And burn her new orders.

[gladtoseeyouidiots]

It is tempting. And it will keep anyone from interrupting her for the rest of the afternoon. ... at least, anyone her parents try to send.

"Go ahead."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Yes," Abigail grins as she bows to her mistress. "Shall I have food sent up? And perhaps mistress Kimball?"

[gladtoseeyouidiots]

Carolina manages a laugh and finishes her tea. "Please. And--thanks, Daphne."

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

"Always, my lady. I am ever your faithful servant."

With that Abigail makes her exit and heads off to please her temporary mistress.

[gladtoseeyouidiots]

It helps, having someone to whom she can delegate this. Leave her attention to preparing for the arrival of her fiancee.

Whatever that will mean.