368. The Throne Room

It has been a week since Mauve arrived. Time flew faster than she had thought it would. Somehow she has been left to her own devices and has mostly spent her time trying to get better at horse riding.

Galath said she was making good progress but it felt like he was just being nice to her. Her rear was hurting less but the pain was not completely gone.

"Is there a specific dress you'd like to wear?"

"No, Maria. I am fine with anything."

The King had summoned her; she wondered if it was time to hear why she was here. Since she had spent most of her morning horse riding, she had needed to wash off and change out of her riding clothes.

She walked to the door of her room without hesitation, she didn't want to keep him waiting.

Mauve winced, somehow her curiosity had died over the week but that was only because Malcolm told her what he suspected was the problem.