Dark midnight eyes would trail after the retreating Reynick, smiling softly as she lifted a hand to itch the dark haired wig that covered her own illustrious pale hair. The wig was dreadfully hot, and itched something fierce, but for now she would keep it as her cover until she couldn't any longer.<br/><br/>Turning back to the laundry, she would sigh softly,  playing her hand over the linens to check their states of dryness. Moving back a few steps, she gathers her skirts and plops down upon the grassy hill and awaits for the laundry to dry.<br/><br/>Later, after finishing the laundry,  and a very long winded conversation with Elsa,  the nights festivities would begin. Seeing as the nobles were all present, of course there would be festivities...drinking, dancing, fine dining,....<br/><br/>Thus,  Az would be preparing for the night,  setting the tables,  finishing up the decorations and doing every odd bit job Elsa had for her. By the time everything was ready, Az would feel like she ran laps around the entire castle grounds at least a thousand times over.<br/><br/>Drifting outside a servants passage, she would be in dire need of some fresh air,  heaving a sigh as she would watch the switching of the guards.  Sometimes she wished she could be a man, things would be so much easier for her then. She could do what she wanted, when she wanted....life was unfair sometimes.<br/><br/>