This was ridiculous. She didn't have time to be playing servant. Especially in a place she failed to recognize, where she knew not a soul. There were things in Alexandria that needed tending, and none were fit for that duty other then herself. Needless to say aiding her country and Queen were far more important then these "summons" to assist in setting up a party of some sort. She had no experience in household needs. However she was handed a uniform and given an assignment, told then when arriving in her station she would meet with a small team with the same goal. Then she was given very little time to reflect on what she'd been told before being shoved into a room in order to change her clothes. Someone had dared force her compliance into changing. And what she had changed into. This
was no uniform. Certainly not one suitable to her tastes. She paced the small empty hallway, the skirt that was, in her mind, far too short swishing with her brisk movements. Beatrix saw no reason for her to even be here. She was a knight. A proud warrior of Alexandria. And yet, here she was. In a mansion. In the clothing of some scandalous housemaid. As tempted as she was to leave, she knew doing so might have severe consequences. Not that she was afraid, but in this state, unarmed at she was... A battle might prove difficult. With a resigned sigh the general accepted her task. In order to get out of this mansion and these ridiculously ruffled garments. She turned and walked dow the hallway to the room she was directed to.
Soft footsteps echoed down the silent halls. She stopped and let out a soft sigh. This was humiliating. She'd have to be seen in this by others. But if this was what it took to be able to leave here, so be it. She'd not shame Alexandria by failing in this task assigned to her. her hand flicked her hair over her shoulder before reaching for the brass handle to the door. She opened the door and then stared into the room. With no hesitation she crossed the threshold and entered the vast study. Her coat, similar in style and cut to her own, fluttered at her confident steps. She glanced around the room, her eye landing on a figure across the room. This must be a member of the team she was supposed to be working with. "Very good, you're already here and working I see."
Stepping closer, Beatrix was hit by a realization. It was a man. In a dress. How absolutely undignified. He was scribbling away on a notecard of some sort with a strange quill. There was no inkwell present. From where she stood she could see what appeared to be a sloppy scrawl.
She took a seat beside the man, who clearly wasn't the best person to be working with for this assignment and set to work. She herself had never written a formal invitation, but she had received a great many, not only for herself, but for the family she served as well. She glanced back at the rooms other occupant. He was using one of the strange looking instruments to write. It must be a quill of sorts. With that thought she selected a pen and she glanced around. Only one list of guests seemed to exist. Teamwork really would be necessary to complete this task. She looked to the open page of the heavy tome and selected a name. placing a small mark beside the name to signal it had been done, she began to write, smooth lines flowing across the blank card.
We welcome you to join us for an evening of splendor.
Only the finest of venues can possibly host such an occasion, we trust you to know these locations.
We await your arrival as one of our honored guests.
That should serve it's purpose. As she was not given any further instructions this was all she could do. Beatrix looked to her temporary companion. "I suggest we develop a system of sorts to simplify the assignment. "
It wasn't a mere suggestion. It would be the wisest way to divide the workload for the two.