Tea Meeting & Pullings.
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Noon.
Tea Hall, Wyfkeep Castle.
Wyfellon, Wyfn-Garde.
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It was finally time to attend the much-anticipated castle ladies' tea meeting. Salviana woke early, jittery with a mixture of nerves and sleeplessness, a state exacerbated by the absence of her husband. Her bed felt far colder without him, and her thoughts wandered to the distant battlefields.
The maids attended to her meticulously, dressing her in the finest gown the castle wardrobe could offer. The elegant dress flattered her figure, though she wished Spur, the new dressmaker, had already delivered the attire she'd commissioned. She thought of the grander occasions ahead and resolved that when the time came, she would outshine them all.