Yes, the Duchess was sure to notice that her twin wards, Tikk and Tokk, hadn’t stayed in their novice’s cells as they’d been directed, instead slipping the pins out of their door hinges and gently laying the wooden doors against the opposite wall without creating too much of a bang, but then, they planned to be long gone before that happened.
The girls preferred being novitiates — nasty old humorless penguin of a tutor notwithstanding — to being shipped off to marry some or other old farty-breathed widower from the Howling Northlands, but they preferred their freedom most of all; now that they had both had their first blood, their futures had become considerably more limited: marriage now, or in the very near future.
The Duchess had been trying to make a really good, utterly blameless impression on said widowers, primarily because she needed the riches of the promised bride prices to ensure a comfortable old age for herself. To that end, tables laden with drink and delicacies stretched continuously from one end of the ballroom to the other, and crawling under the table shielded by heavy damask tablecloths seemed the best — although truly the only — viable escape route for the two.
Tikk and Tokk had nearly made it to the last table and freedom but they had been discovered by the Duchess’ tiny yapping lap hound, who had been sniffing under said tables for scraps, and the girls howled most indelicately at the Duchess in bitter protest “Why don’t YOU marry one of them, if you’re so worried about your old age?!”
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
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