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Laun had become the noble people expected. She had started to assume things to be done because of who she was. It came back to haunt her when she was left alone in Ifahyd’s rooms. She was not ruling family, she was not in her household. She was known, but not important.
The King had gone off to do whatever it was he needed to do for his kingdom. Laun sat, looking at the changing of the shadows and light in the courtyard for a while after he left, sipping on a goblet of water that had been left from the night before. The books within the Kings quarters were looked at, only a few that Laun could read, one helping her know more about the Rosemond languages. She asked for a few things to be brought to her from the yurlodge which were delivered while she was sitting in the scented shade of the private courtyard. There were a few words between herself and the Peach who had brought the items after a servant in the room directed the Peach to where to put the things. She slept some when the day became warm, dreaming of the Midlands and her family, now changed. She woke when one of the noble men came in to bring out evening clothing for Ifahyd. Laun knew that some of her things were brought in, but did not know where it had been put.
Laun stood and watched the man of the night choose the pants and overtunic for his King, laying out the thin fabrics and then starting to match belting and jewels. She waited until he seemed to have paused to ask, “Could you find my little silver casket for me?”
Her request was a simple thing, but the noble didn’t want to do it and just turned from her.
Laun was stunned. She didn’t quite know what to do. She stepped away, looking out into the courtyard garden with the multicolored sandy rocks to compose herself. She took a deep breath and just looked at the beautiful cream and pink colors of the artfully placed rocks among the sparse desert plants and paths.