The morning came, much to the delight of Seraphina. After last night's encounter with Lancelot, the remaining sleep had gone from her eyes, where she had stayed awake with her mind invaded by thoughts she couldn't stop from coming.
Who was she to speak to about such a discovery she had made the night before? She still couldn't believe what she had seen. Perhaps it was a fragment of images that flashed in her eyes?. His face that she had first seen, she had admired, and then suddenly came that...that—she couldn't even put a name to whatever that was.
Should she ask him? She was going to marry him after all. Ugh, Seraphina! There is no marriage happening. It is not going to happen.
A knock on the door followed by a maid walking into the room brought Seraphina back from the internal monologue going on in her head.
"My lady," the maid bowed in greeting. "Breakfast is served. Your mother requests your presence."
