Grace awoke to people talking and scattering around just outside her door. She was well aware they didn't need to speak to her or want her for any reason at all, people were just always scurrying around the castle in the morning, mostly the servants and maids, they made the castle presentable before the royal family awoke. Grace wasn't sure if there noisiness woke everyone else up or just her, for all she knew pregnancy could effect her hearing, or she was a light sleeper.
After laying in bed for a while while her legs and hands where fidgety due to being 25 weeks pregnant, it was one of the many effects of being this far along. A negative effect of course. It made her want to walk around and be active, which was good since she neglected working out most of her pregnancy even though it was recommend. It was also bad. Grace didn't like always having to be moving around to be active, another 'perk' of being pregnant is that she gets sweaty, a lot. Walking around = sweat. Simple math.
But ignoring her sweat concerns which where petty compared to her boredom and her restless fingers and legs, she got up to get dressed so she could go on a walk around the castle and maybe even outside. Grace had to get readying, going out in a night gown and messy hair would simple appall the castle people, they thought that you should always be clean, tidy, and elegant, which is what Grace once thought before her pregnancy. But pushing aside her pure laziness and lack of ambition, Grace got dressed. She put on a fancy cream colored dress that she bought from a maternity clothes shop, yes being 25 weeks entitled her to that.
For Grace shoes where the hardest part. She loved her heals so much, being short her whole life also meant she lived in platinum heels. But now with achey pregnancy ankles that she had imagined every pregnancy women complained about, heels simply hurt. That created shoes picking struggle. But in the end Grace decided on a kitten heel shoe with a bow on the front. She hadn't worn heels in about 5-8 weeks and she missed them.
After Grace picked out her outfit she applied a little lip gloss and brushed her hair through until it was soft. She did not rely on hair products and makeup to make her pretty, she never had, natural beauty she reminded herself. 'Natural beauty'
After giving herself one look in the mirror before smiling Grace wobbled out her her room. Up until recently she could still walk gracefully, but her belly started to over power her body now she waddles. That's the thing about Grace, she is is tiny a fragile looking, like if her touch her the wrong way she'll snap in half. Most people expected her go barely look pregnant to just be tiny, but life just didn't work out that way. Her belly makes her look 30 to 35 weeks pregnant when she is along 25 weeks long. But Grace shrugs it off, her baby will be healthy, chubby she says.
After walking around for a while and only seeing some people she stopped to rest, leaning her back against the stone of the castle wall. As she's standing there a maid approaches her. Grace believes her name is Abigail, who has been very nice to her while she has been staying here. They talk for a while before the maid blurts out, "Why are you staying at the castle and not at home?" A little grin appears on Grace's face. She wasn't completely sure how it all went down to the point where she had temporary living arrange,nets at the castle. "Well I guess since my uncle is away on business for a while and leaving a pregnant women alone is not right and the royal family even though some disapprove, is not cruel they let me stay here so I'll be safe and accounted for." The young women and maid talked for a while more before finally parting. Grace continued her walk along the castle before getting a bit mixed up as to where she was at. She always sucked at navigating things. Her feet hurt so bad and she was getting immensely tired so she sat down and took of her shoes. And she just sat there with her legs straight out in front of her and her hands on her large stomach. She sighed. 'Of only none of this happened,' she thought to herself, 'I was just having fun.'
After laying in bed for a while while her legs and hands where fidgety due to being 25 weeks pregnant, it was one of the many effects of being this far along. A negative effect of course. It made her want to walk around and be active, which was good since she neglected working out most of her pregnancy even though it was recommend. It was also bad. Grace didn't like always having to be moving around to be active, another 'perk' of being pregnant is that she gets sweaty, a lot. Walking around = sweat. Simple math.
But ignoring her sweat concerns which where petty compared to her boredom and her restless fingers and legs, she got up to get dressed so she could go on a walk around the castle and maybe even outside. Grace had to get readying, going out in a night gown and messy hair would simple appall the castle people, they thought that you should always be clean, tidy, and elegant, which is what Grace once thought before her pregnancy. But pushing aside her pure laziness and lack of ambition, Grace got dressed. She put on a fancy cream colored dress that she bought from a maternity clothes shop, yes being 25 weeks entitled her to that.
For Grace shoes where the hardest part. She loved her heals so much, being short her whole life also meant she lived in platinum heels. But now with achey pregnancy ankles that she had imagined every pregnancy women complained about, heels simply hurt. That created shoes picking struggle. But in the end Grace decided on a kitten heel shoe with a bow on the front. She hadn't worn heels in about 5-8 weeks and she missed them.
After Grace picked out her outfit she applied a little lip gloss and brushed her hair through until it was soft. She did not rely on hair products and makeup to make her pretty, she never had, natural beauty she reminded herself. 'Natural beauty'
After giving herself one look in the mirror before smiling Grace wobbled out her her room. Up until recently she could still walk gracefully, but her belly started to over power her body now she waddles. That's the thing about Grace, she is is tiny a fragile looking, like if her touch her the wrong way she'll snap in half. Most people expected her go barely look pregnant to just be tiny, but life just didn't work out that way. Her belly makes her look 30 to 35 weeks pregnant when she is along 25 weeks long. But Grace shrugs it off, her baby will be healthy, chubby she says.
After walking around for a while and only seeing some people she stopped to rest, leaning her back against the stone of the castle wall. As she's standing there a maid approaches her. Grace believes her name is Abigail, who has been very nice to her while she has been staying here. They talk for a while before the maid blurts out, "Why are you staying at the castle and not at home?" A little grin appears on Grace's face. She wasn't completely sure how it all went down to the point where she had temporary living arrange,nets at the castle. "Well I guess since my uncle is away on business for a while and leaving a pregnant women alone is not right and the royal family even though some disapprove, is not cruel they let me stay here so I'll be safe and accounted for." The young women and maid talked for a while more before finally parting. Grace continued her walk along the castle before getting a bit mixed up as to where she was at. She always sucked at navigating things. Her feet hurt so bad and she was getting immensely tired so she sat down and took of her shoes. And she just sat there with her legs straight out in front of her and her hands on her large stomach. She sighed. 'Of only none of this happened,' she thought to herself, 'I was just having fun.'