The sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. Birds chirped outside, their lody mingling with the faint rustle of leaves as a gentle breeze passed through.
Salviana stirred, blinking against the soft light, only to find the other side of the bed empty.
Her husband’s absence was imdiate and stark, the covers on his side already cool. With a sigh, she pushed herself upright, brushing her hair out of her face.
The previous day had been a whirlwind—an entire day spent with Alaric, sothing she wasn’t accustod to. But today, she knew better. He would undoubtedly be swamped with work, compensating for lost ti.
Salviana slid out of bed, her silk nightgown whispering against her skin. The maids entered promptly, as though summoned by her thoughts.
"Good morning, Your Grace," Emma greeted with a curtsy, followed by Sarah and two others carrying fresh towels and a breakfast tray.
"Good morning," Salviana replied softly, her tone lacking its usual warmth.
The maids set about their tasks with practiced efficiency. One tidied the bed, another prepared her bath, while Sarah laid out her morning attire—a soft lavender gown with silver embroidery.
Emma brought a tray laden with freshly baked croissants, a small pot of honey, and a steaming cup of chamomile tea.
As Salviana sipped her tea, the morning’s routine unfolded around her. She allowed herself to be guided like a doll, going through the motions as the maids dressed her, brushed her hair, and adorned her with minimal jewelry.
She felt detached, her thoughts wandering to Alaric.
Once ready, she moved to the breakfast table in the chamber’s parlor. The sun had climbed higher now, casting a warm, inviting light over the room. Jean arrived shortly after, a light knock announcing her presence.
"Your Grace," Jean greeted with a curtsy and a pleasant smile on her face.
"Good morning, Miss Goliath," Salviana responded, gesturing for her to join her at the table.
Jean took her seat, and Emma quickly served them tea and small apple pies. Salviana took a tentative bite, but her appetite was subdued.
"You seem distracted, Your Grace," Jean noted, her tone conversational but observant.
Salviana set her teacup down, the porcelain clinking softly. "I was just thinking about Ala—my husband. He wasn’t here when I woke up."
Jean tilted her head thoughtfully as she blushedfor the lady. "I don’t assu it uncommon, my lady. His duties would often demand early mornings. But I assure you, he’s likely thinking of you even now."
His duties demanded early mornings while his nature demanded late nights.
Salviana managed a small smile, appreciating the reassurance. "I suppose I’ll see him later."
Jean shifted the conversation. "Speaking of duties, there’s sothing you need to prepare for. The ladies of the castle hold weekly etings—a chance to socialize, discuss matters, and keep up with the affairs of the household."
Salviana blinked. "Weekly etings? I didn’t know about this."
"That’s where I co in, Your Grace," Jean said with a grin. "It’s my duty to ensure you’re inford and ready. The next eting is in three days, and it’s the perfect opportunity for you to formally introduce yourself."
"I see," Salviana mumbled, she didn’t know if she was ready to et those ladies again.
"And I register you had so extra fans that you brought," Jean brought up.
"Yes, I wanted to gift them,"
Jeansmiled proudly, "We could share it at the eting, your grace,"
"That’s a lovely idea, thank you," Salviana let out but the she hesitated. "What will I wear?"
Jean’s eyes lit up at the question, launching into suggestions about gowns, accessories, and hairstyles that would make an impression. They discussed the options for a while before Jean suddenly stood.
"If you’ll excuse , Your Grace, I need to step out of the castle for a while," Jean announced.
Salviana was taken aback but didn’t protest. "Of course. I don’t mind."
Jean curtsied and left, leaving Salviana alone. The silence felt heavier than usual, and boredom quickly crept in. Unable to sit still, Salviana decided to take a walk around the chambers.
The castle was quiet, save for the faint hum of activity in the distance. She wandered through the halls, her slippers soft against the marble floors.
The morning sun stread through the tall windows, illuminating the intricate tapestries that adorned the walls.
As she strolled, her thoughts lingered on Jean. Though officially her lady-in-waiting, it seed Jean wouldn’t have to do much waiting. Salviana didn’t mind—Jean’s confident deanor and efficient handling of matters would make up for her absences.
The walk cleared Salviana’s mind sowhat, and as she returned to her chambers, she resolved to face the coming days with poise. If she was to et the ladies of the castle, she would do so with grace and strength, no matter how much the idea unnerved her.
For now, she would trust in Jean’s guidance—and perhaps find a way to occupy herself until Alaric returned.
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anwhile, in one of the laziest chambers of Wyfkeep Castle, Princess Christina’s room still lay in a shroud of darkness, the heavy curtains drawn tight against the morning sun.
"Wake up, Princess Thwart!" screeched a lively voice as Jollene burst into her elder sister’s chambers with a big grin plastered on her face.
Christina groaned, burying herself deeper under the covers. She didn’t even need to peek out to know who it was. "What do you want, Jollene?"
Her younger sister and best friend, Jollene, ignored the irritation in Christina’s voice, practically bouncing on the edge of her bed. "I’m getting married!"
Christina shot upright, her hair a tangled halo, eyes wide with disbelief. "What?!"
Jollene scowled, her enthusiasm dimming slightly. "Why are you so shocked?"
"Genevieve isn’t married yet!" Christina wailed, clutching the covers dramatically.
Jollene frowned, crossing her arms. "How does that concern ?"
"She’s the eldest, the first princess! Neither am I married, and I’m sure Abigail isn’t either!" Christina countered, her tone indignant.
Jollene rolled her eyes with exasperation. "I’m not going through so boring arranged marriage, Christina. I’m marrying for love."
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