Lucille thought her bothers were idiots most of the time. But now she definitely decided that Luras was the stupider of the two. Sure, they had the right to leave the castle grounds and travel the kingdom, but that didn't make them any less suspicious. Unlike her brothers, Lucille was confined to the castle walls and if she wanted to travel anywhere her father prompt ordered some guardsmen to follow her around. It was unfair. Lucille recognized that her brothers were older than she, but they were able to ride through the kingdom when they were just fourteen. Now, here she was sixteen, and treated like rare jewel in a museum. People could come and see her, but she never allowed to go out and see them.
It wasn't unusual for Luras to be late to important things, and to be honest, Lucille usually didn't care for them too much herself. This was different though. This was the beautiful Emmaline. The
Perhaps that's why Lucille wasn't too fond of Emmaline. Lucy was much too jealous of how her parents and her brother gushed over her. She could only hoe that people would like her that much one day. Then again, when she was married off and living in Roden she won't be as powerful as Emmaline. Lucille was merely a playing piece in that deal.
After a bitter morning with Lucille maid she had made it on time to the greeting, and with both of her shoes. She stood was a light blue dress on, and her hair pulled back into a bun. Her curled mass of brown hair made the intricate updo look messy, but that didn't bother Lucy. With the introductions, Lucille kept quiet and just nodded her head. However, her eyes trailed across the faces of the knights that accompanied them. This was always the game that Lucille played when someone of importance came to visit. She liked to tease the poor fellows that guarded the royals. Her eyes flicked to a blonde man for just a brief moment. He said nothing, which wasn't uncommon, but Lucille could tell that he was thinking. Something might be new there. It was too often that Lucille found out that a knight or guard didn't really think for themselves.
Following the crowd into the common room she thought of how silent a boring this part of the day was going to be. Lucille gracefully sat down, trying to remain poised as she mind fluttered with ideas about how she was going to have fun today. Her thoughts bounced back and forth between speaking with the other Princess Madeline, doing some painting, going for a ride, and maybe even getting a chat in with the blonde guard or knight or whatever he was.
Waiting for something more interesting than a preplanned conversation to happen Lucille couldn't help but yawn. Her mother had always told her to hold them in otherwise it showed that you were uninterested in what was happening. However, Lucille yawned as if she were in her own chambers and barely had a chance to cover her mouth. A little embarrassed her cheeks turned a rosy color as she said "Please excuse me."
Though she knew that wouldn't be enough for her mother, she at least tried to be polite. Normally she would have just gone on with her life. Who cares if the Princess yawned? There was nothing rude about it, everybody yawned.