Becca Thatcher's rooms

[Flex]

Becca's rooms.

[Flex]

Daeron knocks at Becca's door.

[The Stranger]

The door is opened by a young servant girl.

"May I help you your grace?" the girl asks.

[Flex]

"Is Becca within?" Daeron asked a little impatiently.

[The Stranger]

"No your grace. I believe she is down by the training area," the girl says.

[Flex]

"Right, of yourse!" Daeron said, running off to the training yard.

[Flex]

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Daeron knocked on the door of Becca's rooms.

[The Stranger]

The door opens slowly, and a small cherub faced young serving girl peeks out through the crack.

"Hello your grace..." she says, with a head bob, "Lady Becca is not feeling well, and is not receiving visitors."

There is something of a yell from inside, "Who is it?"

"Prince Daeron..." the servant replied.

"Let him in!"

[Flex]

With a look of concern on his face Daeron enters the room, looking around for Becca.

[The Stranger]

The room is almost completely dark, except for the thin blade of light sliding between the space in the closed heavy drapes.

Becca Thatcher is seated on her bed, very clearly naked, except for a piece of cloth which is laying across her lap. As Daeron closes he can see that her eyes are red from crying.

[Flex]

"Oh god, Becca!" Daeron said, moving to the bed and kneeling down beside it. "What has happened?!"

[The Stranger]

Becca sniffled, "hello Daeron... how was your party?" she didn't look up from the tattered pieces of what Daeron has now surmised is in fact some kind of gown.

[Flex]

"It was good, but never mind about that." He replied, taking Becca's hand. "What happened to you? Did anyone do anything to you?! Because if they did......" He balled his other fist in anger.

[The Stranger]

"No..." She said glumly, her head hanging low, "I'm sorry I didn't make it to your party, but I didn't have anything to wear." Daeron can see that the dress had apparently been slashed or hacked with some kind of knife.

"Someone apparently took offense at my wardrobe," she says, giving a long sniffle, "It's all ruined."

She gestured at a pile of clothes which Daeron can see in the corner. It looked like someone had taken a shadowcat and thrown it into the wardrobe, and than sat back to look at the results.

[Flex]

He looked at the pile of clothes for a long moment before turning back to Becca. "But your dresses were beautiful! Who would want to ruin them?" He tried to think of the many jealous women at court. "If you want I can bring you some of Calla's dresses to wear until we can have those replaced."