Victoria had been walking through the halls of the palace with Dash by her side. She had wanted to avoid her mother at all costs, the woman was maddening at times and Vicotria had much more to worry about. She was barely paying attention to where she was walking when she collided with something solid. She let out a small gasp and backed away slightly. “I’m ever so sorry, I should have been paying more attention.” Victoria said scooping Dash into her arms. She blushed and looked at the other woman her face becoming more hot thanks to the blushing and the slight shame of not paying attention.
Perhaps it was her latest suitor to blame for her tardiness. Thomas Boleyn had requested for his daughter’s presence that evening. He wished to discuss certain topics that weren’t at all clear enough for Anne to understand. But she knew that it was of upmost importance. She was busy fixing her hair, thus it had been the reason why she had her eyes glanced downward instead of in front. Presentable — she was required to look this way if she were to be in front of her father. So when she felt herself CRASH into someone else (an inanimate object wouldn’t have apologized otherwise), her hard work on her hair fell apart. ❝ Perhaps I should’ve paid attention as well. If I did, my hair would look nicer than it is — ❞ she said to the other individual. ❝ We’re both in trouble for bumping into people we don’t know. ❞