#baronyofthesilverwolf

A graceful nod. "As my lady wishes. Would you like a bath drawn as well before supper?"

"I would, actually, mm, touch of lavender available?"

"Of course." Flo bows and heads to Nadeen's rooms. When the sidhe follows, she'll find that her chambers, never neglected, are immaculate. Pillows fluffed and quilts aired, the window open to allow fresh air in, but closed now to prevent the lady from getting a chill. A vase of fresh spring flowers has been set on a side table, and a new wardrobe positioned where previously there was just a chest, and her gowns hanging, along with sachets of herbs to fend off stale scents as well as any moths. Flo offers a bit hesitantly, "I noticed that you had several of your outfits folded, and there was a hanging wardrobe unused in one of the sitting rooms. Mister Julius helped bring it in. If it isn't to your liking, I can have it removed right away."

"Oh, no, this is just wonderful, thank you"

She ggazes at the wardrobe, smells the air.

Cedar, sage, thyme - not cloying, but pleasant. Meanwhile Flo ducks into the en suite and water is running.

She gets a bit paranoid, and looks over the wardrobe and other things for bugs, runes, chimerical eyeballs, the usual

Oh, it's a lovely piece. Not the style she may have been familiar with in Rivervale with ornate wood carving, but solid hardwood, well-crafted, and likely an antique. Nothing especially stands out when she kens, though she can feel something under her exploring fingertips... is that a catch in one of the drawers?

Assuming it is, she runs fingers along it carefully. and tries to flip the catch

It takes a minute of working at it - it's nearly invisible, but Nadeen can follow the grain of the wood and see where it doesn't quite match, and when she pressed just so upon a corner - there it is, a false bottom! It looks like it can be lifted out to view a smaller compartment beneath.

"My Lady? Your bath is drawn, but it is very hot - you may wish to let it sit a few minutes." Calls Flo from within the bathroom. "Do you wish an attendant to wash your hair?"

"No thank you, Flo. That's fine for now. "

"Call if you need me, my lady." She says, and steps out, leaving Nadeen apparently rearranging the clothes within the wardrobe to her liking.

A breath, and, then once she's sure she's alone, she opens that false bottom

Dust - she may be at danger of an indelicate sneeze! While the wardrobe itself has been well maintained and clean, it appears that this area has not been opened for quite some time. A small stack of folded papers, tied with a faded ribbon, a small bundle or boutonniere of old, dried flowers - long since having lost any scent, and a leather-bound volume with a small brass clasp holding it closed. It looks like something was roughly carved in the very bottom - the true bottom of the drawer, which may give any vintage appraiser a bit of a pang, though hard to read under the dust.

She quickly wipes, and begins to read the papers, tthe bow coming genntly apart

A rough drawn heart - and within it, initials - "DG + AL"

The pages are personal letters, all in the same script, and the paper is thin and delicate, though preserved well from the dry drawer. "My dearest..." starts one. "To the flower of my heart's garden..." another. Yet another is just addressed to "Blossom of desire..." ... does she read further?

She makes sure her door is locked, windows closed.

Click, click, and snap. All safely ensconced, and not a bad idea with a pooka in the household, to lock up before heading to the bath.

And she reads, what appear to be love letters?

That they are, it is quickly evident. They lend more towards poetical yearning and prose then 'spicy', though one can imagine that certain turns of phrase may indeed set a young maiden's heart a flutter.

The letters are not dated, but hold some small clues, they seem to be early courtship, delicately seeking each other and teasing out tendrils to draw closer. All signed with a similar flourish, with just a single letter, "A".

A blush, and a sigh that warms even her heart. She carefully puts them back in the bow. She'll read the rest later. She'll replace the contents back in the hidden drawer . She has a bath to catch, if it hasn't gotten too tepid

The bath - how marvelous - is still steaming. Fresh towels are stacked along with a selection of toiletries - it seems that someone has looked through what was present in Nadeen's travel bag, and taken the liberty to procure soaps, lotions, and cremes that all correspond with her tastes.

Perhaps one might see that as intrusive, or as proactive...

"mmm, we'll go with proactive"

Luscious bubble soaking awaits!

And a bathing she will go

Shapely Varich bathtime

(End scene)