28 February, 1369. Treby County, Havietten.
Celia woke up the following morning completely disoriented by her surroundings and a soft tapping sound. She sat up, heart racing in panic. Where was Tobin? Where-?
The steady tapping at the door continued. "Are you awake, Your Highness?" a voice called out.
Calm the hell down, Celia. You're not at St Ivan's anymore. No one's going to yell at you for some random, minor reason. Just breathe.
Have I always been this jumpy? I don't know. I can barely remember what life was before marriage, before all my worries started weighing me down.
"I'm awake. Come in." Celia held the blanket to her chest and tried to smile, hoping her thumping pulse wasn't obvious.
A pair of maids entered, one carrying a tray of food which was quickly placed on the bed. The other servant immediately stoking the fireplace into flames again.