Distant Legacy and Future Promises (Part 1)
(Continued from Here)
(Featuring the OCs from @rowscara / @rowreblogs )
"Surely I can wear something a little less,, formal? I don't want to be seen like some haughty Imperial,, right? "
Ostia tugged a little at her furlined cloak, the dress and jewelry rustling from the motions. She felt even more out of place now, first with just being on Midgård as an Outlander, but now also wearing her formal ceremonial attire that Neomie had smuggled along their trip. Whilst on Haldia within her ancestral keep it wouldn't be too out of the ordinary, even if she didn't enjoy it,, to wear it now on such foreign soil?
"Pas de tout ma cherie! I recognize that you would prefer your more,, weathered clothes, I realize this now. Sadly there is a dress code when visiting the Kungliga Palatset. Especially when His Majesty is home. Not his choice mind you, he has similar preferences as yourself, but the Riksdag had set this in stone for quite some time."
Noemi was being assisted by some of her handmaidens, making sure the various layers of the Grande Dame Durand regalia sat where they should be.
The duo was in one of the waiting chambers near the main halls within the palace. Compared the the various Nobilis keeps that Ostia had briefly visited over the years,, it wasn't gaudy. Sure there was some gold decorations and scattering of murals and paintings, but it wasn't an assault on the senses compared the the Imperial Nobles taste. Thick rugs of both fur and woven textiles, making Ostia careful everytime time she adjusted her posture, or when one of Noemie's attendants tried to help with Ostia's dress. Old wrought iron chandeliers crowned with old gas lights or even tallow candles, casting a more warm comforting haze throughout the chamber.
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