Nora
Thank goodness, Madam Harriet didn't dwell on the topic of Ace or the king's supposed fondness for me. Her well-timed silence was a relief, allowing my nerves to relax slightly.
As we made our way through various corridors, I focused on keeping my composure, feeling more than a little out of my element. We arrived at a bright side hall where a middle-aged woman stood waiting. Her attire was simple yet crafted from fine fabric, and her hair was styled into a neat bun. Two young apprentices flanked her, ready with thick measuring tapes, chalk, and several rolls of soft tape measures.
"This is Madam Molly," Harriet introduced, her tone steady and calm. "She is the chief seamstress of the court. Her work is unmatched in the northern lands."
Madam Molly curtsied along with her apprenti
