Chapter 197: Arc 4, Act I, - 42: Little Greetings
"No, no!" the shout went down the halls, "The fabric should have four folds, no more, no less!" she yelled up to the staff with a roll of her eyes.
The staff surrounding the ladder glared to the countess barking orders. The marble halls leading to the ballroom had been covered with soft purple carpets, paisley patterns of gold inlayed.
Flags of Cravolta hung at the entrance of the palace, the carpet being the guide to the ballroom where more decorations were stationed, such as columns with vases and bouquets of rainsparkles—long stems with leaves trimmed off.
The flower petals were a beautiful velvet-like purple within golden yellow frames; the five to seven-petalled flowers sat by the dozen in a crowd of variously coloured rainsparkles.
From blues framed in silver, to reds framed in violets, these were but one gift to the eyes. Another being the glittering translucent fabrics being hung from wall to wall, which were apparently... not as elegant as they could have been...
"I will not have this shoddy excuse for decorations with guests arriving from all over the world," the countess scoffed.
"We’ve hung every fabric with three folds down this hall madam," a woman below sighed with furrowed brows.
"It’s only dawn, you have till the evening, go fix it! Every other hall has four!"
"With all due respect..." another staff glared from the ladder, "We will change it, but we would appreciate not being yelled at like children."
"Well, if you work like children..." the countess muttered under her breath. "What’s the matter? You all seem to have something you want to say," she cocked her head to the side, her eyes half-closed.
The four in the vicinity stayed silent till one man walked up, "Fine, I’ll say it. You employ our colleagues into an act of treason, try to poison her majesty and they ended up in the dungeons being tortured to speak.
I have, we all have mates in there and here you are, having done all that, prancing around telling us what to do for days and freed from the dungeons, all within a week of your crimes and you expect us to be happy about this?" he pointed.