I was in the main living area, reviewing correspondence that had accumulated during our family time, when Cecilia made her entrance with the kind of dramatic flair that reminded everyone she was indeed Crown Princess of the Empire. Her blonde hair was arranged in an elegant style that somehow managed to look both regal and casual, while her crimson eyes sparkled with the particular mischief that usually meant she was planning something entertaining.
"Good morning, Arthur," she said, settling onto the sofa beside me with graceful authority. "I trust you slept well after your... administrative meeting with Rose yesterday?"
I looked up from the papers I'd been reviewing, noting the teasing smile that played at the corners of her mouth. "Very well, thank you. Though I notice you seem remarkably well-informed about my schedule."
