Assuming you mean Court Intrigue as in "Royal Court" but I wrote in both just in case. Sorry that Kanaya sounds a little weird!
"Generally, one doesn't dress as a man in order to sneak into the cigar room," Rose murmured to the woman beside her. The other woman smiled slightly, leaning her head only a bit in dissent -- court affairs were serious matters in the court of Louis XIV, and silence was preferred. Anyone who disturbed the king's royal breakfast was likely to find themselves packing for a very long vacation at their country home, never to return (but still subject to very high taxes). "Did your husband approve?"
"You are assuming that my husband knew, Rose." The woman named Rose let out a small snot of astonishment and disbelief -- really, the amount of espionage Kanaya had in her bones was minimal. Or at least, she had thought so before last night, when Kanaya had (once again) crept into her bed full of secrets. They had fallen asleep too promptly to discuss the matter, but Rose was insisting on pressing the issue now.
"He didn't? Then tell me, what did they talk about? Great matters of state? Or simply how delicate my derriere might look in this gown?" It was a joke, and the women shared a look of private enjoyment -- the hoops they wore were far too large for any man to even get a glimpse of a woman's lower half, unless he happened to sit at just the right angle.
"If you visit me tonight, perhaps I'll tell you." "And if I don't?" "Then you will never know who they are talking about arresting in the streets."
Rose came to her chambers, of course, climbing through the secret entrance clad only in a nightshirt, hair flowing around her shoulders. Kanaya held her hand out for the other women, who slid into bed beside her, twining her hands around the slim body of her lover. "So? What's this news?" "And you won't even kiss me to welcome me? You are a shameless lover." Kanaya gave her a look -- and Rose laughed, full and true this time, before giving her a chaste peck on the cheek. "There. Now tell me, about the arrests."
"Your husband." "No!" For all her protests, Rose didn't seem particularly upset; the man had been a suitor, one of many, and she had been forced to choose (lest her parents pick for her). Kanaya only shrugged, picking up a piece of paper she had sitting on top of the duvet. "It's not true?" "It is. I heard it from the King himself. Why do you think he has been left in solitude these past few days? If you do not mind the remark, you don't seem particularly stunned by this revelation. Did you already know?"
"No, but I had hoped." This time she kissed Kanaya on the lips, soft and tender. "It meant I could spend more time with you. As chaste friends, of course." "Oh, yes. Of course."
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"Generally, one doesn't dress as a man in order to sneak into the cigar room," Rose murmured to the woman beside her. The other woman smiled slightly, leaning her head only a bit in dissent -- court affairs were serious matters in the court of Louis XIV, and silence was preferred. Anyone who disturbed the king's royal breakfast was likely to find themselves packing for a very long vacation at their country home, never to return (but still subject to very high taxes). "Did your husband approve?"
"You are assuming that my husband knew, Rose." The woman named Rose let out a small snot of astonishment and disbelief -- really, the amount of espionage Kanaya had in her bones was minimal. Or at least, she had thought so before last night, when Kanaya had (once again) crept into her bed full of secrets. They had fallen asleep too promptly to discuss the matter, but Rose was insisting on pressing the issue now.
"He didn't? Then tell me, what did they talk about? Great matters of state? Or simply how delicate my derriere might look in this gown?" It was a joke, and the women shared a look of private enjoyment -- the hoops they wore were far too large for any man to even get a glimpse of a woman's lower half, unless he happened to sit at just the right angle.
"If you visit me tonight, perhaps I'll tell you."
"And if I don't?"
"Then you will never know who they are talking about arresting in the streets."
Rose came to her chambers, of course, climbing through the secret entrance clad only in a nightshirt, hair flowing around her shoulders. Kanaya held her hand out for the other women, who slid into bed beside her, twining her hands around the slim body of her lover. "So? What's this news?"
"And you won't even kiss me to welcome me? You are a shameless lover." Kanaya gave her a look -- and Rose laughed, full and true this time, before giving her a chaste peck on the cheek.
"There. Now tell me, about the arrests."
"Your husband."
"No!" For all her protests, Rose didn't seem particularly upset; the man had been a suitor, one of many, and she had been forced to choose (lest her parents pick for her). Kanaya only shrugged, picking up a piece of paper she had sitting on top of the duvet. "It's not true?"
"It is. I heard it from the King himself. Why do you think he has been left in solitude these past few days? If you do not mind the remark, you don't seem particularly stunned by this revelation. Did you already know?"
"No, but I had hoped." This time she kissed Kanaya on the lips, soft and tender. "It meant I could spend more time with you. As chaste friends, of course."
"Oh, yes. Of course."