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    One Day of Rest - 10/11, morning, Crow's Nest - Tarran/Evangeline [closed]

    "My lord --"

    "Captain," Tarran corrected him.

    There was an audible sigh from the servant as he traipsed up the old wooden steps behind the Lord of Fort Chesbrook. "Captain," he said with emphasis, "Hutchinson, I really must insist. This is preposterous, and might I add, flies in the face of years of training by countless staff members, and really, I do wish you would just --"

    The tray was listing back and forth recklessly, and though its carrier was on solid land for a change, it looked very much like it was being tossed by ocean waves. A fact that was not unnoticed by the handful of servants trailing Tarran closely, pleading with him to let them take the service from his hands. "Listen, I didn't spend the last hour and a half in the hot kitchens preparing this so that you guys can take the credit by carrying it to the room."

    "And another thing, my lord --"

    "Captain," the jovial man amended once more, this time in an overly cheerful sing-song voice.

    The fury was evident in the bulging vein throbbing at the valet's temple. "Captain," he again corrected himself. "The good cooks are terribly fond of the Lady Baptiste --"

    "As am I," Tarran told him. "Which is why I am treating her to this wonderful breakfast," he added.

    "Yes, you see my lord --"

    "Captain," Tarran admonished, this time somewhat exasperated that the thick servant hadn't gotten it through his skull.

    The sound of the valet clearing his throat caused his master's eyes to widen in shock, as he no longer bothered to attempt to mask his annoyance. "Captain,," he said, and there was almost a low growl about it. "That is precisely the cooks' concern. They really wish you would have let them help you with the meal, and perhaps we might stop for a moment so they could inspect it --"

    The entirety of his escort was nearly knocked over, and one of the women actually squealed in terror as Tarran spun around in the middle of the stairwell. There was an audible clank from the tray as dishes ran together in the swift movement. "Do you mean to say, I can't cook? I'll have you know, that while at sea," he began, somewhat incredulously.

    "Yes, of course. But this isn't the Righteous Wind, my lord --"

    "CAPTAIN!"

    The group recoiled as one, and looked nervously at the doorway, which Tarran had not realized he had approached. "Captain," the man whispered nervously.

    But Tarran had heard quite enough about it already, and turned back towards the doorway, only to find Eva propped up on her elbows and staring at him through half closed eyelids. Turning back to the servants, he sighed. "Well? You woke her. Are you happy now?"

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    She rose slowly through the depths of slumber, ascending toward consciousness and the light of day with no haste at all. Although still weighed down with the heaviness of sleep, Evangeline slowly became aware of a few things: first, strangely enough, was the quiet. There was no commotion in her immediate area, nobody knocking at the door, no bustle of work nearby. A warm, comfortable heaviness rested in her bones, and she was loathe to move. So rarely these days was she afforded the chance to wake slowly, to relish the comfort of a proper bed, that Eva allowed herself to drift back to sleep.

    When she woke enough to be aware of her surroundings again, this time Evangeline heard voices. At first, her tired mind assigned them to people in South Huntswalk; a member of her family perhaps, talking to some of the volunteers. But as the voices grew nearer, she clicked into awareness: she was in Fort Chesbrook Springs, and one of the voices - one that sounded quite perturbed, actually - was Tarran's.

    "CAPTAIN!"

    A smirk pulled at Eva's lips, and she lazily sat up, finally rubbing her eyes and opening them, squinting at the light creeping in through the curtains. Her hair in the morning was often reminiscent of her mother's, thick and slightly unruly, although lacking the tight curls Amelia often fought with. Pushing a few strands from her face, she leaned back on her elbows, unaware she was slowly drifting back to sleep until she heard the footsteps stop in the doorway. Opening her eyes once more, she mentally shook herself, waking up enough to note the tray in Tarran's hands and the terse words he shot at someone behind him.

    "I was pretty much awake already," she said, waving a hand to dismiss his ire with whomever had annoyed him so early, although the thickness of sleep in her voice wasn't terribly convincing. Pushing herself to a sitting position, she stretched and yawned, and when she looked on her love again it was with a more coherent mind. "What's all the commotion about?"

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    Tarran was already pushing his way into the room and setting the tray on his side of the bed as he waited for her to get situated. Leaning over without answering her, the captain pressed his lips to hers lightly and smiled. "Good morning," he whispered, a slight hint of apology in his voice. He took a moment to help brush her hair off her face, and then looked back to the servants who had entered and lined the wall of the room, apparently waiting to lend aid in whatever way they might. "Just a small misunderstanding between myself and my entourage about whether or not I am capable of fixing breakfast for my bride without their meddling," he explained. And even though he had insisted he did not need their assistance, one of the serving girls stepped forward with a bottle of champagne and a pitcher of citrus juice. Biting the inside of his cheek and sighing, Tarran was forced to concede that he hadn't thought about that.

    Standing up to reach for the items, the girl brushed past him quickly. "Hey," he began to protest, but the woman was soon joined by a handful of compatriots who righted the tray over Eva's lap, poured the beverages, added a small vase of flowers, and straightened the blankets over the woman's lap. They each curtsied to the lady in turn before returning to their posts at the wall. Tarran was too busy watching to continue his objection, and when they had finished, could hardly argue that he would have handled the amenities as well as the women had, and was left to do nothing but huff.

    The valet was grinning like a fool, and his lord had to resist the urge to pull one of the ceremonial swords from the wall and run him through. But when the man bowed to Evangeline and led the rest of the household away, Tarran shook his head and went to sit on the side of the bed. "How did you sleep, my love," he asked as she seemed to be waiting with an amused look on her face. "Well, I hope. I hope that when you are Lady of Fort Chesbrook, you will put this house and its staff in order," he said with a smile.



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    Evangeline might just have let slip a titter of a giggle as Tarran's efforts were usurped by his good-natured staff. She watched with a bemused smile while they went about their work, swiftly arranging things to better suit the expected standard of the future lady of the house. What would they think if they knew their lady had spent many nights sleeping in dockside inns or farmers' barns? She had been raised to be thankful for what she got, and the staff in South Huntswalk had long ago gotten used to the family's slightly more hands-on approach to their daily life. It was going to take some adjusting once she was Lady Hutchinson, for everyone.

    "I slept very well," she answered while she reached to the bedside table and snatched up her hair sticks, deftly securing her unruly locks back into a bun. With an easy comfort her hand then came to rest on Tarran's leg, and she leaned over to kiss him now that she was fully awake. "It was blissful to not wake up to someone shouting about this kettle boiling over or that shipment needing to go somewhere." Her eyes glanced to the window and the river that lay beyond. "I haven't been afforded this much peace since we were still on the ocean." Looking back to the captain, she grinned. "I imagine it's quite the same for you."

    The food in front of her smelled delicious, in no small part because of the surprise and novelty of having it delivered to her - by quite the handsome delivery man, to boot - and she lifted her fork in hungry anticipation. Before tucking in, though, she once more leaned close to Tarran, kissing him once before speaking, and again after, lingering the second time. "Thank you for breakfast, love."

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    Tarran had not so subtly slid into the bed next to her and was stretching his arms behind his head with a slight yawn. "No, not really," he told her with a soft smile. "I've actually kinda been just lounging around the castle while you were off saving the kingdom," he said, with no apparent shame at his laziness. The good captain had no lack of appreciation for all that his betrothed did, and was not without care for the fate of the islands, but in the end, he could do what he could do, which usually left him to little besides rescuing the woman from dungeons, and sailing into the strongholds of foreign powers. Not that he minded those things, but without them, life was pretty cozy in Fort Chesbrook.

    The lingering tenderness of her lips made Tarran go warm inside, and he had to remind himself that this was her morning to relax, and that he should let her enjoy her breakfast, before his mind got away from him and he pursued other avenues. Falling away as she finally withdrew, Tarran sighed contentedly. "You're welcome," he replied, a small amount of pride in the effort he had made to ready the meal. "It's nice to see that someone around here appreciates me," he told her, looking back at the empty doorway. Though in the end, Tarran was glad to have labored over the meal. How many times I had she risked herself to spoon feed him when he was riddled with the plague? Probably more than he could remember.

    "The Mauritannis are working on a new play, and have invited us to come and see the dress rehearsal. A private showing," he said, happily picturing them laying about casually as the minstrels performed, knowing that both their desire for secrecy and his desire for peace would see them undisturbed, at least for a few hours. "I think it's a comedy," he added, even though he had no idea about the work. The man hadn't said if it was a comedy, tragedy, or musical, but Hutchinson was sure that whatever it was would be enjoyable. "Then maybe a picnic dinner?"


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    With food in her belly and Tarran beside her in bed, it was difficult for Evangeline to want to do anything other than this. For a moment she pictured them lying in bed all day, dozing and talking and simply passing the day away in blissful laziness, and the thought was oh, so tempting. What she wouldn't give for a day where they could just turn the lock in the door and ignore that the rest of the world was even still out there. She knew, of course, that the desire to hide away was really down to the fact that she'd been so busy for so long, but the idea didn't lose its appeal though she recognized its source. Especially when she got so little time with Tarran these days. That would change soon enough, though.

    "Have you eaten?" she asked as an aside, gesturing that he should feel free to help her polish off her breakfast if he hadn't (or even if he had). Putting the small vase of flowers on the table beside the bed lest she upset it, Eva pulled herself to sit taller, preparing for the eventuality of getting up. Not that she was in a hurry.

    As he laid out their plans for the day, Evangeline's eyes lit up. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen a play! And to be able to see a private viewing of a new show...it was an exciting prospect indeed. "Sounds perfect," she said, a smile never leaving her eyes, and there was a jest in her voice when she spoke again. "I don't suppose this is what I can expect when I'm Lady of this house...breakfast in bed, special entertainment, leisurely dinners... A girl could get downright spoiled."

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