It was sundown.
Lydia still sat in the terrace, her eyes on the soft gold sunlight falling on the gardens. She hadn't moved for a while. Her plate was empty. The tray of fruit and vanilla cake now held only leftovers. The sweet scent of nectar still lingered in the air, blending with the soft wind that brushed against her emerald robe. Her skin glowed, still fresh from her bath, and her hair lay damp on her shoulders.
Then came footsteps. It was Katherine. She approached with a careful look.
"We've reorganised your chambers, Your Highness. Just as you instructed," she said softly.
Lydia nodded. Her face didn't change. But Katherine didn't leave.
Lydia looked at her. "Say it."
Katherine hesitated. Then spoke. "It's Lady Tatiana. She is… organising a family dinner. She asked me to tell you she's inviting you."
Lydia stood up slowly. She stretched lightly and looked down at Katherine.
"Let's go," she said.
Katherine was surprised. "You want to go?"
