Adelaide was having one of the worst days of her life. Everything was striving on boring until dinner. Her lessons had turned more into just sitting around doing whatever was planned for the day. She'd finished her embroidered handkerchief, practiced the harp until her fingers felt like they would bleed, took a stroll through town but didn't get to even step foot in a shop, and then was in charge of setting up dinner. In between everything was of course some sort of mini tea party with either a lady in the area or her mother, either one always full of some kind of gossip that never intrigued Adelaide.<br/><br/>But the worst part was finding out at dinner that her betrothed would arrive in one weeks time, on her birthday to start planning the wedding. Not only did Adelaide not know that her mother had chosen another suitor already, but she didn't think she would have to get married so soon after her eighteenth birthday. Most women were married off before eighteen and she knew she was lucky to have made it this far. She craved more tastes from the outside world! She couldn't be stuck inside a stuffy house with a man that she most likely wouldn't care for. There were many things Adelaide had wanted to do before getting married and she'd only just started.<br/><br/>Adelaide hadn't finished her dinner. She actually stormed out of the dining room and went straight to her rooms, where she proceeded to punch her pillows and scream into them. These tantrums were rare, but she didn't know what else to do. Plus she'd never do this in front of anyone, even she knew that most toddlers didn't act like this after one or two of them. Her mind reeled with the life she was stuck with. She longed for adventure and romance, not embroidery and music. Music was great, when she wasn't the one performing.<br/><br/>Dusk came and went. She lay on her bed, still in her day gown, staring at her ceiling when she heard her door open softly. Eleina, her ladies maid slipped in and shut the door behind her.<br/><br/>"My lady." Eleina said as she through hardly any clothes at Adelaide. She'd brought a get up similar to her own. In Adelaide's hands was a corsetted beige top with a white undershirt, a ruffled black and beige skirt that was long in the back and short in the front, with a pair of black leather boots to finish the look.<br/><br/>Adelaide perked up almost instantly. This is exactly what she needed. A party. She quickly changed out of her day dress and put on her new clothes. New wasn't a word she should compare to the clothes she had just changed out of. These were more ratty and made her blend in with everyday people. New clothes were like the pristine dress she'd just stepped out of. Nonetheless, no matter how she was raised, the top of the undershirt was left open to show off her perfect cleavage. She ruffled her hair so it wasn't so neat and then applied some charcoal around her eyes to give them a dramatic flare.<br/><br/>Then the two set off, sneaking out of the big mansion and down the road. Eleina told Adelaide about the man who was hosting this party. He was a business man and worked with one of Eleina's uncles, which is how she heard about the party. She'd never met the man, nor gone to any of his parties, but she said they should be fine there. Her uncle was one of those chivalry types that made sure no foul play happened with any of the girls, a bouncer of sorts because he would throw out brawling guys too when they got too rowdy.<br/><br/>Adelaide was so intrigued by a new venue. She ached to drink without being told 'no'. She wanted to eat without being told 'not so fast, not so much'. She wanted to dance to something that wasn't so traditional. She wanted to converse with new people and get their opinions on how they saw the world today. She may not have influence over the king, but she did over her father. She may use some of that knowledge to persuade him to ease up on some of the laws ever now and then to help. The better the people felt, the more they partied!<br/><br/>The girls arrived as the party started to go into full swing. Men were in all corners with big beer mugs in their hands, yelling stories at each other. Women, both brothel-like girls and regular looking girls either serving food and drink or serving some of the men. Near the door sat Eleina's uncle, a very tall and muscular guy that looked like a mercenary with his vest and sword. Adelaide nodded to him and then B-lined it for the bar, getting a mug for herself. She turned and saw that Eleina had already ditched her for a guy, which didn't surprise Adelaide at all. Eleina's clothes were more skimpy than Adelaide's. Plus she hadn't put on the air around her that let people know she was approachable. Now that she had a beer in hand, she turned towards the party and smiled. This felt more like home than her actual one did.