Bella is catching up on emails. It amuses her to agree to play the role of royalty at this random Renaissance faire that had the audacity to ask her if she'd be so kind to guest-star for a day, so she's telling them she'll do it presuming no emergencies come up and they don't give her excessively absurd lines to say.
"This is my consort," agrees Bella, not sure how convincingly Ripper cares to present on any non-visual level.
"If you don't have anything suitable picked out, maybe you could take the name they use for the non-guest-star queen?" Bella suggests. "I believe it was Annabelle. Unless that would be confusing or whoever plays Annabelle normally would object."
"No, that's fine," says the renfaire person.
"Their Majesties Isabella and Annabelle. All right," says the renfaire person. "Now, the only things you need to show up for are the knighting ceremonies for the kids at ten and noon and the joust at three; other than that you can just mingle and try to be Renaissancey. Faire food is comped for you but souvenirs aren't because those are independent suppliers. If you go to any of the shows they might riff a little on your presence, you can riff back if they seem to want you to and you have anything to say but it'll usually be fine to just smile and nod."
"All right." Bella takes a map and schedule off a nearby stack. "Thanks, I think this'll be fun."
Bella is recognized, although the fact that she's not in her standard crown makes a few people dismiss her as a lookalike. Her appearance wasn't heavily advertised; they weren't sure she'd come. No one appears to know who "Annabelle" is, at least so far.
That's okay. Ripper is having tremendous fun strolling around in this gorgeous dress, eating interesting foods and and looking at things and holding hands with Bella.
"Celtic metal it is." Off they meander to the correct stage, arriving a few minutes early, in plenty of time to get front-row seats while the band is setting up. One of the band members is trying to attract more audience, and immediately hits upon the royal attendance as a selling point to holler into the passing crowds ("Come on, you tasteless louts, even you can see that we're good enough for Their Majesties!"). Present the instruments are arranged, the seats are filled and there are more people standing in the back craning their necks, and the music begins. It is both Celtic and metal.
After two songs, there's a bit of patter by the same person who was yelling at people to come see the show while someone straps her bagpipes on. During this he double-takes at Her Majesty Queen Annabelle. "- speaking of musical influences, is it just me or does Her Majesty on the left over there look like Ripper from Wretched? Nina, do you see it?" Nina (the one with the bagpipes) nods.