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𝕸ADELAINE TUGGED AT the extravagant cloth that was painted in interlocked golds and reds in a pattern. She laid it across the long, wooden table that bore weathered marks from constant use, and she flattened it out with small and scarred hands. Diligently, Madelaine placed down an array of silver plates and cups with each chair, even making sure that everything was straight and neat. Even as footsteps tapped from other servants around her, she stayed focus on the task of arranging the tables for the feast.
It was an extraordinary day; of course, it's not everyday that the King of Westeros marries. So, evidently, it was cause for a big feast in the honor of his day. Servants filed in and out of the dining hall, some tasked with sweeping the floor and others with preparing flasks and flagons of wine for wine ─ hungry nobles.
As Madelaine finished up setting the final table with its glistening cloths and platters, she brushed the palms of her tired hands against the skirt of her dress. Along with that, she wiped her forehead, and pushed back the tight braid that managed to fall in front of her shoulder. "Madelaine," a voice called out from behind her.
"Yes, Kyenna?" She questioned, turning towards the woman that held a golden, shining candlestick that flickered a flame on top of a mountain of wax. Kyenna was an older woman, wrinkles beginning to line her face at the eyes and cheeks, and her lips were always pressed in a thin line. Even when Kyenna relaxed her face, she looked serious. It was hard to laugh with her because of it.
"Come. Help me light the candles," Kyenna commanded, sweetly. Although, the sweetness in her voice was probably a facade to prevent an argument. Kyenna held out the candlestick for Madelaine to grip, and the two began the work of slowly lighting the wax candles that dotted the tables. The smell of honeysuckle wax began to scent the room, and Madelaine could even feel the warmness emanating from the flames.
