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[forgottenroisin]

Since she was a small girl, Roisin had been clear on a single point: of her stepfamily, Valentina was unquestionably the worst. After all, she had raised the other two, had control as lady wife to their father, and frankly all of this had come down to her doing in one way another. However, more recently, these scales had come to shift as Cassimir began to pay more and more unwanted attention to Eithne, her opinion of him soured more and more with each passing day and, in all truth, her opinion of him had never been terribly high. Even as a child, he'd been a lout and a bully and that was him at his best in her own opinion.

Roisin, however, had her own quiet revenges, and one of her very favorites was even now about to unfold. With an eye for fashion and a talent for sewing, she had long since become the resident seamstress, giving her not only access to everyone's clothing but control of it. Often, she would introduce stains in unfortunate locations to clothing in the hopes this would not be noted until they were being worn and entertaining guests. Yet, Roisin had anticipated that the fashions to the upcoming ball would be gone over and over and over and thus no stains could escape inspection. No, this would prove a more insidious plot.

First, Roisin had sewed the clothes just an inch or two too small, which would doubtless cause them to draw conclusions about their lifestyle over the past month or so, as Roisin had taken their measurements a few weeks before and made something of a fuss of it to help drive this home. Would this make more work for her, as she'd have to take out seams in order to make them fit? Of course! (Though this did have the fringe benefit of likely causing Valentina to wish to diet somewhat which would, hopefully, also cut down on Eithne's workload, if only slightly.) But each repeated stitch would be well worth it to make her stepfamily feel even a touch self-conscious which, at least in Valentina's case, Roisin had little doubt would stand out in the forefront of her mind throughout the entirety of the ball.

The second prank was, however, even more rewarding, as Roisin had carefully curated colors, fabrics, and styles that were technically fashionable -- but would prove profoundly unflattering and, being just this side of fashionable, would also make them look very strange indeed. Now, her only job was to sell that these changes were indeed style innovations everyone else would be wearing a week from now. This wouldn't be hard, as Roisin was known to have her finger rather squarely on that pulse. She'd also been quite obvious in her search for all the latest trends, and had been sure to let her stepfamily observe this. Of course, her findings would go to serve her sisters and herself, while ridiculing her stepfamily, but they tended to prove obligious to these matters, so Roisin felt sure she could get them to wear something she wished. Indeed, Roisin was confident, just now. She could convince him. Her enthusiasm would be genuine: she was all anticipation to see them strut about in these outfits.

Cassimir's countenance was one, she noted, of self-satisfaction as Roisin entered the room, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from saying anything. No, she must sell this. She would not let his arrogance put her off, not now.

"I brought an assortment, so you may choose what you like best, and the rest can be used when there are guests to dinner, so there's no waste." Indeed, watching him attempt to court Guinevere in one of these would prove, she had little doubt, delightful, not to mention it would likely prove something of a national service, if they looked as off-putting as she prayed. "Because," she added, allowing a whiff of her own self-satisfaction to shine through. "I believe you will find each piece more suitable than the last. I've made quite a study of court fashion, and I daresay the Varmonts, themselves, will find this clothing remarkable." Indeed, she was counting on it.

An Ill-fitted Fitting | Cassimir & Roisin

Cassimir tended to evade Roisin and Brigit both, if possible, for their interactions tended to be strained (at best) and he knew that anything worse greatly distressed Eithne -- which was something Cassimir cared to avoid.

Of course, this was not always feasible and today was one such. He was prepared, as he had her summoned to him, that he would be calm throughout their entire encounter, so that it might pass without incident, however even Cassimir recognized that Roisin had a rather annoying habit of managing to get under his skin and make him feel as though she was laughing at him (something Cassimir's pride would not tolerate). And when it came to Cassimir, once his temper had been at all ignited, it was nearly impossible to douse.

There was something satisficing in seeing her reduced to a servant in what had once been her own home and the image of her entering his quarters on his own command, did manage to lighten his mood.

She had been updating his wardrobe, specifically for the ball that was to be held in the fortnight, and the garments were now far enough along to be fitted to him.

"Come, let's see what you have brought me," He said, simply, when she arrived, "I shall not waste time by trying anything that does not suit."

He had more important things to attend to.