This is a pre-coranation of Adelina log that is humorious.

Charaters:
Kell - The un-ideal servent girl
Sydnia - The little Lady
Chantal - Little lady's mom
Adelina - Queen to be. But not quite

Sydnia nods with a smile, delicately sipping her drink. "I am delighted that you felt the need to do something of this caliber."

Kell is walking around, carring glasses of wine on a plate, not very gracefully either.

Adelina nods and smiles, "It seemed so... boring without a party. If I have it my way I will hold one a week here. The Palace is quite beautiful." She turns to Chantal, "Do you not agree, Lady Chantal?"

A rather short young lordling, short even for a Cairhienin, his Napoleonic complex obvios even in the way he holds himself and his somewhat poofy hair, reaches over to take a drink off the tray that Kell carries.

Chantal nods. "Indeed I do," is Chantal's soft reply.

Sydnia smiles charmingly at Adelina. "A party every week?" she repeats with a slight giggle. "One might get tired of partying."

Kell stumbles a little at the sudden reaching at her tray, and one of the glasses falls over. The others rock as if about to join them. The woman just narrows her eyes at the man as if ready to say something foul to him, but is somehow able to stop herself.

Adelina chuckles and shakes her head. "I must agree there. And some can be more..." She trails off and glances toward the comotion with one of the servents.

The little man looks rather insulted at this clutsey servant. "You must watch what you are doing, fool girl," he tells her self-importantly. "You are dripping the wine." Annoyed, he turns away from her to sip from his newly-aquired glass.

Kell frowns and picks up a glass of wine and actually throws it at the turning Lord.

Chantal ignores the doings of servants.

The little man looks incredibly shocked as the wine hits him. "What is the meaning of this?!" he asks, most angrily.

Sydnia, being a rather observant girl, notices but does not comment, and certainly does not move to help Kell or the whiney man.

Adelina blinks, then just shakes her head. She was paying more attention to the nobleman who is likely getting wet right now, and turns to look back at Chantal and Sydnia, "Some parties are more tiring than others."

Kell just tilts her head and says in a mock inpression of a noble, "You are dripping with wine, man. Maybe you should get a towel."

Sydnia nods to this, the conversation sucessfully resumed. "Ah, yes, of course. But dancing is always fun, and parties are an excellent opportunity to socialize."

Chantal murmurs, "Quite." She puts her glass down, hand still shaking.

The little man looks flabbergasted, staring at Kell. "YOu should be dismissed, girl. Fetch me a towel." The young woman standing next to him whom he was trying to impress is snickering.

Chantal pulls out a fan and begins fanning herself, breathing a little fast.

Adelina nods and smiles, "I do not mind a good dance myself. Is your brother, Dyarmid planning on attending, or is he busy?" She frowns and glances over at Chantal, "Maybe we should sit down for a while."

Kell snorts loudly, "I am not yours to order. Find your own towel, shorty."

Chantal finally glances at Kell. "I believe she raced horses for me, once," the woman murmurs.

Adelina glances over at Kell now as well, and frowns, "She is not one of my servents..."

Sydnia mutters to her mother, "Yes, and she exercises them for us now. Who had the lack of thought to suggest she serve drinks? I will speak to the superiors later..."Her superiors

Kell keeps her attention on shorty.

Adelina glances at Sydnia, "Do you want me to have one of my guards remove her? Before she insults more guests?"

The short man looks totally frustrated. An impatient servant? This is crazy. "Just who do you think you are?" he demands, trying to look big. The girls he was originnally speaking with are giggling with one another and trying to move away from him.

Chantal says, "I shall handle it. Have one of your servants fetch her here to me, please."

Kell snorts again, "Someone who is a lot taller than you."

At this point, the little man is bright red in the face. "How dare you?" he says, going for the sword that is not at his waist. "How dare you insult me so?"

Adelina nods and takes a sip of wine to hide a smile, before motioning a servent over and giving brief orders. The serving girl curtesys meekly and scurries over toward Kell.

Sydnia giggles quietly to herself, sipping her wine to hide her mirth.

Kell inclines her head, "You insult yourself, shorty."

The serving girl weaves her way toward the tall woman and the short lord, then finally reaches them and curtseys toward the lord and says toward the crazy servent, "The Lady Chantal wishes to speak with you. Come with me."

The diminunitive man's eyes could not get any wider. "Are you insane, girl? Don't you know who I am?" he demands, trying to look self-important with a red face and wine all over his too-expensive clothing. One ogf the girl's behind him whispers, "What a fool..."

Kell snorts even more at the servent, then says toward shorty, "A ugly short man who thinks to much of himself?" She rolls her eyes over at the servent, "Why don't you try kissing the floor. Maybe you'll get a better job bowing deeper."

Chantal lowers herself into a seat, in the meantime.

Chantal sits down at fireside table.

Sydnia looks hesitantly between Adelina and Chantal. "Shall I handle this?"

The servent girl blushes deeply and curtseys again, "The Lady Chantal wishes to speak with you. Please come with me." she repeats herself.

Kell just snorts more, "Can't even think without someone telling you what to say."

Adelina glances at Sydnia, "Yes please. My servents are usually better than this... I should have sent a guard." Adelina frowns and motions toward a guard, "Take that girl out of here." The guard nods and moves toward Kell.

The guard looks Kell up and down, "Come with me girl, or I will drag you."

Kell raises her eyebrows until they vanish under her scarf, "Big man wants me to leave? Did I do something to offend our betters?"

The short lord looks red faced and ready to do something drastic to the girl, but cools down a little as the guard appears, "So you wish me to drag you out then?" the guard asks.

Kell frowns, realizing the man is serious, then hands the plate with the remaining wine to someone else and says, "I'm going." Then she starts toward the exit, ignoring everyone.

The guard follows the girl out.

Kell opens the door and enters the kitchen. Busy noises from cooking and preparing food can be heard before the door closes again.