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Valia Coleridge was quite the trouble maker, though the Grand Duke would deal with her antics as civily as possible to save face for his wife. Everyone, unfortunately, knew she had a reputation, and the way she was acting today, within the first hour of the ball, no less, only proved that.
The only place to take her, was the quietest and safest.. and that was the Grand Duchess's room. Gesturing to Oscar Treyburn to follow, he lead the way.
With ornate, mahogany carved walls, and bed posts sculpted into serene, decadent ornaments, the servants were there fast, lighting up a few of the lamps to give the room an extra glow. Though a chandelier was already glistening, it never hurt to have the place as bright as possible.
Gesturing towards the fainting chair, he directed Oscar and Valia to have a seat. Valia, who was only partially sober by this point, found herself frozen in fear. The air felt different, and she had no idea this would have happened here. She hadn't meant to make a scene but.. well..
It had happened, and she was terribly crushed she had made herself a mockery. Drinks could fix everything right?
Well, today that proved to be a farce, and she wanted nothing more than to curl up and hide away for the rest of the evening. Maybe, the rest of her life. But pride and her status dictated she try to save her own face. So she attempted to keep her crumpling pride.
"I.. thank you for your help.." she stated softly, casting her pink eyes towards her dirty skirts. She felt her face turning about as hot pink as her face, which matched her eyes and the rest of her.
"But... could you please all leave me alone I... would like to recover in quiet. I am not well."
The Grand Duke frowned at this, but left the decision up to his wife. After all, he felt she would have more command here.