Morning
Salviana's Chambers.
!
Jean hesitated, her words trailing off like a wisp of smoke. "This royal family is..." she began, but stopped, unsure how to complete the sentence.
The morning light filtered softly through the tall windows of Salviana's chambers, casting a warm glow on the room's polished floors and delicate furnishings.
Jean sat across from her lady in the small parlor, her hands resting lightly in her lap, fingers twitching with nervous energy as she glanced toward Salviana.
"This royal family is…" Jean began again, hesitating. "It's just so… intricate." She decided on the word carefully, her tone laced with subtle disbelief.
Salviana laughed lightly, her smile softening her features. "I know. It's tiring to be part of the castle. Every day feels like a test. But it's a journey, Jean. I hope you're ready for it."
Jean's face brightened with determination. "Right next to you, my lady," she said warmly.