The silence that falls over the castle and the hold over the next few weeks. No longer newly weds for it to be that nervous being about each other and more than something that can just have gotten over. Lakshmi took to only taking her evening meal in the hall. Even when she knew it was no more than stubbornness on her end, that what she must do is apologise for her lack of trust, her stubborn hurt pride did not find it so easy warring with -
How lonely in her bed it was. How empty her rooms felt. Once her only sanctuary here, now, they felt like a prison cell. The only joy was the puppy she had. Clutched to herself both as a reminder and an ache for her love. She cradled it and sulked to herself, whilst refusing to admit how terribly she missed her Jarl, her mountain, who carried her up to high peaks, and walked her back down again. Who thought of her bound loneliness, who she still caught looking at her, and she looked back, with the affection of but a few weeks ago.
Little was she to know how servants could plan, conspire, in her self put upon misery and stupidity over her pride. How Jhalkari traded words with Krogstad. That she had quite enough of watching her mistress sulk and bemoan to herself the situation. That she hatched a plan that only she could get away with, such was their sisterly affection after a childhood together.
That after Lakshmi had taken them out for a ride, her mood still black, Jhalkari and Kashi in tow, that when they returned, the summer weather at its peak that all three women were wrapped in their sarees just for the ride that as they dismounted and gave the horses back to the stable hand, and Lakshmi got them ready to do something else that she spoke up. Loud, at the top of her voice she whinged in - mercifully - Hindi.
"Why are you dragging us off again, I don't want to go. It's hot and the river would be nicer."
"Because there are better things to do than sit around here. "
"What like sulk instead of say sorry because you're being a stubborn old cow? "
"Excuse me! "
Lakshmi whirls on her, then, voice raised, regardless of where they were, who they were as Jhalkari went on with her list of grievences. "--Everyone knows it! Whining and laying about like a stinking sow, bet she doesn't even want you back like this!"
That does it. Well and truly, Lakshmi shoves her, dearest oldest friends they were, and much to the surprise of everyone back, Jhalkari shoves right back. So Lakshmi slaps her in return. And then she is slapped just as squarely in return.
Then it's on. Blood churning over in the summer heat, the ground mercifully a little more muddy for the summer rains to cushion their blows and falls, they lay into each other. Shrieking and biting, rank, circumstance and positions gone. The way sisters could they get their elbows and knees and teeth into each other in a blind rage. Though both warriors true, there is nothing elegant and refined to this, as Lakshmi gets a elbow into Jhalkari's back to shove her face first into the dirt, nor delicate to how Jhalkari gets a handful of Lakshmi's long braided rope of dark hair and drags her back a few feet as she kicks and shouts. Kicking and flailing and shrieking curses vile enough it is probably best most do not understand them.
Nor does anyone value their life so little to get in the way of the jarl's wife and her maid. But nor does it stop them from forming a circle and cheering at the all put brawl between the two women. When the two of them get into it, rather Kashi waves her arms above her head in a signal of Krogstad to send someone to finally go and get Magni before this got any worse.
Which when the boy knocks on Magni's door he's breathless, red in the face hammering on her wood. "It's your lady and her maid, my Jarl! Come quick."
That being where Magni can find them, rolling around on the ground, yanking pulling and shoving, kicking biting and scream. Both covered in dust now, Lakshmi bleeding from a cut lip, and Jhalkari from a bloodied nose. But neither showing any sign of stopping their fight just because position might dictate, blind to Magni as much as the hollering crowd.
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How lonely in her bed it was. How empty her rooms felt. Once her only sanctuary here, now, they felt like a prison cell. The only joy was the puppy she had. Clutched to herself both as a reminder and an ache for her love. She cradled it and sulked to herself, whilst refusing to admit how terribly she missed her Jarl, her mountain, who carried her up to high peaks, and walked her back down again. Who thought of her bound loneliness, who she still caught looking at her, and she looked back, with the affection of but a few weeks ago.
Little was she to know how servants could plan, conspire, in her self put upon misery and stupidity over her pride. How Jhalkari traded words with Krogstad. That she had quite enough of watching her mistress sulk and bemoan to herself the situation. That she hatched a plan that only she could get away with, such was their sisterly affection after a childhood together.
That after Lakshmi had taken them out for a ride, her mood still black, Jhalkari and Kashi in tow, that when they returned, the summer weather at its peak that all three women were wrapped in their sarees just for the ride that as they dismounted and gave the horses back to the stable hand, and Lakshmi got them ready to do something else that she spoke up. Loud, at the top of her voice she whinged in - mercifully - Hindi.
"Why are you dragging us off again, I don't want to go. It's hot and the river would be nicer."
"Because there are better things to do than sit around here. "
"What like sulk instead of say sorry because you're being a stubborn old cow? "
"Excuse me! "
Lakshmi whirls on her, then, voice raised, regardless of where they were, who they were as Jhalkari went on with her list of grievences. "--Everyone knows it! Whining and laying about like a stinking sow, bet she doesn't even want you back like this!"
That does it. Well and truly, Lakshmi shoves her, dearest oldest friends they were, and much to the surprise of everyone back, Jhalkari shoves right back. So Lakshmi slaps her in return. And then she is slapped just as squarely in return.
Then it's on. Blood churning over in the summer heat, the ground mercifully a little more muddy for the summer rains to cushion their blows and falls, they lay into each other. Shrieking and biting, rank, circumstance and positions gone. The way sisters could they get their elbows and knees and teeth into each other in a blind rage. Though both warriors true, there is nothing elegant and refined to this, as Lakshmi gets a elbow into Jhalkari's back to shove her face first into the dirt, nor delicate to how Jhalkari gets a handful of Lakshmi's long braided rope of dark hair and drags her back a few feet as she kicks and shouts. Kicking and flailing and shrieking curses vile enough it is probably best most do not understand them.
Nor does anyone value their life so little to get in the way of the jarl's wife and her maid. But nor does it stop them from forming a circle and cheering at the all put brawl between the two women. When the two of them get into it, rather Kashi waves her arms above her head in a signal of Krogstad to send someone to finally go and get Magni before this got any worse.
Which when the boy knocks on Magni's door he's breathless, red in the face hammering on her wood. "It's your lady and her maid, my Jarl! Come quick."
That being where Magni can find them, rolling around on the ground, yanking pulling and shoving, kicking biting and scream. Both covered in dust now, Lakshmi bleeding from a cut lip, and Jhalkari from a bloodied nose. But neither showing any sign of stopping their fight just because position might dictate, blind to Magni as much as the hollering crowd.