After a busy day about in the castle, she made a stop by the village shoppes and picked up some frozen treats for herself and her beloved husband. Upon entering their cozy cottage, she quietly sets his drink on the side table in his study so as not to disturb his business workings from his clearly very busy day.
She scurries off in her faye like way and heads to their bedroom to quickly change from the day. Afterwards, picking up her brushes, she hurries off up the stairs to busily get more of these surprise room completed.
Since the girls rooms were all set in their paintings, she did happen to have some one come in and work on their windows off in their nooks. She was thinking they will become a quiet corner for them to each sit and enjoy the view while digging their noses into the story books they already seem to be so fond of by now.She did however, in her travels, stumble along some antique dressers she planned to decorate for each of them. She sits on the floor in front of one such dresser, already placed in each of their rooms and carefully sets to work.
She runs her tongue slowly along her lower lip as she dips the paint brush into the well of paint. Then thinking on just how she was going to add her design thought. She spends hours on each one until she was satisfied with them both.
She leans back on her palms and smiles at how well they turned out. Happy with the end result.
Then she hurries off to the room she wants to turn into a library.
She yanks open the solid oak door and stands there a moment, waving her hands in front of her face so that she could get the musty smell and dust out of her nose. She coughs a little at this and then gives a heavy breath before stepping into the room, setting to work. The room wasn't nearly as bad in condition compared to the other rooms. This one seemed a little more protected from the elements that attacked this upper floor. Minor paint and a lot of elbow grease in cleaning would get this room quickly ready. She set out hurriedly to do just that.She finished polishing the bookcases, revealing ornate designs carved deep in the wood. She spends some hours carefully adding a protective sealant to the beautiful wood.
She smiles afterwards, "with this land protected, I should have no worries keeping those books under lock and key here." She says to herself, thinking that she must hurry back to her friend that has been holding certain books safe for her all these years.
"I can't risk them falling in the wrong hands. Especially if those threats were real."
She had paid a quick visit recently to her friend after the message from the raven came some days prior. She thought back on that visit. She said she couldn't take anything that day. But, she told her she would send for them by trusted servants from the castle to bring them here to her.
"They should be arriving any day now." She quickly finished her work and then went back downstairs wondering just when these books will be arriving.