The morning sun filtered through the high arched windows of the castle, gilding the marble floors in soft gold.
Coral sat stiffly at the breakfast table, spoon poised in her untouched cheese, eyes fixed on her aunt.
Cherry was radiant as always, her gown a deep crimson that shimmered as she moved.
She spoke lightly, her words dripping with sweet conviction. "You see, sister," she said to Rose, "I was thinking, I should visit the poor villages by the river. Just for a few days. Charity should be never be neglected, and as our parents taught us, compassion is the crown of nobility."
Rose smiled faintly, touched. "Yes, Cherry. That is kind of you. But a couple of days?"
"It won't take longer than three." She assured.
Rose sighed. "Alright. Take Coral along. It will do her good to see the people. I'll inform her father when he returns."
Coral was relieved that her father wasn't present it could have been much difficult.
