She'd dressed early in her usual fashion, it kept her modest but still revealed more then the woman of this culture. She traded her blues for black, as she'd done the previous night, still mourning her old friend's passing and made her way toward the new King's chambers. It was at the moment, a small form knocked into her.
"My apologizes" called the young woman as Evangelina held her steady. She wouldn't met her gaze. "It is alright." She said and the woman finally looked at her, her accent calling her attention.
"You are...You are the foreign girl, the handmaiden to the king?" She asked and Evangelina nodded, noting how she strain to say king. "I am."
"Are you a slave?"
Evangelina frowned at that. ."No, I am not." She said, offended, it wasn't the first time someone thought her a slave and she didn't appreciate it.
"Then you should go...Go before he..." The girl stopped, whimpering, turning her head for her shame. Fury bloomed within Evangelina but she kept it from her face.
"What did he do to you?" She asked, venom in her words. "What he does to all women he gets his hand o....we can't say no not anymore....He is King now."
"A King that bleeds red." Evangelina said. Her fear of punishment gone from her now, replaced with the want to harm this new king. His father thought there was good in him but she was beginning to believe it was wishful thinking of an ailing old man. The girl looked up at her. "He'll hurt you too...You shouldn't be alone with him."
"I appreciate your concern but he won't hurt me...." She said and the girl looked at her. "You don't know---"
"Yes, I do, I know how to say no, I can it say if nineteen languages....and if that doesn't work, I'll find another way to make him see reason...or stars." She said and with that Evangelina left the girl sputtering, while she sauntered off to the King's chambers, finding the door slightly ajar.
She walked in, with no pretense of subjugation, not after the look of fear she just had to witness. The 'King' was standing by his bed, freshly water, skin dried, free of cloth. She merely looked him in the eyes.
"Good Morning, You're Grace....Glad to see you only took advantage of one only woman last night, must have been a slow night for you." She said, unable to quell her fury. What his father saw in him, she could never know, how could someone find good in a monster such as he? Se moved to find him some clothes, and she almost hoped he try something, if only for her to prove that the thing he used to put fear and pain on to that girl was also the very thing that made him vulnerable.