Marianne's Seven Deadly Lovely Maids
The maids then stood straight, curtsying politely before bidding their adieus. "As you wish, Captain Fanily. Thank you." they all said in unison. Reforming into their single file column, they then set about in locating this...Sir Garrett. Whomever he was and why Lady Marianne needed to thank him was beyond their knowledge, and of course they couldn't help but whisper amongst themselves as they set about to finding him. In a way, disobeying Lady Marianne's orders. But what she didn't know, couldn't hurt her right? As long as they remained on their best behavior.
"Who is this Sir Garrett?" One asked to the rest.
"There is no telling. We know none of the other Iron Roses."
"How many Iron Roses are there?"
"No telling that, either."
"What do you think he did for Lady Marianne?"
"Maybe he saved her life?"
"Whatever it was, surely it was of grave import to our Lady."
"Especially to have us invite him to dinner with her."
As they whispered to one another at a volume so that only they and those in close proximity could hear, they passed by the half-naked Sir Gillian and Doctor Teller. A few of them lingered about to eye the two men and stifled giggles amongst themselves, while the rest were too off-put by Doctor Teller's mask and hurried the group along.
"What do you think he looks like?"
"Probably a face only an Ogre or Troll could find attractive."
Some more stifled giggles, the one who made the statement got smacked on her arm.
"Did you hear how Lady Marianne spoke his name?"
"I doubt he's as ugly as you made him out to be."
"He's possibly some bear or brute of a man."
"He can't be that bad!"
"He better not have been rude to our lady or was inappropriate to her."
"What could you do if he had?"
"Watch, he's probably some prim and frilly flower of a man."
"Do you think that's Lady Marianne's type?"
"Honestly, with that woman, there's no telling."
"She did turn down many a suitor.."
Their search for Sir Garrett dragged on a bit too long for their lack of patience. So, they each inquired other servants working about. Having gathered enough information, soon they found themselves standing in front of his door. Lining up in their horizontal flank formation, they each cast nervous glances at the door until finally the senior maid shushed them all and gently rapped her knuckle against his door.
"Be quiet!"
"Do you think he's even in his room?"
"He might already be eating or something else!"
"Will you hush?"
Like the many heads of a hydra, some of them bickered and squabbled amongst themselves while the others attempted to quiet them. Speaking in soft tones, the senior maid grew impatient and knocked a second time.
Knock-knock.
The solid sound of a white-gloved knuckle against a wooden door.
