[Camilla]
The day had started like any other.
I woke to light filtering through the heavy curtains of my bedroom, the kind of pale winter light that made everything look washed out and cold. A maid had already been in, hence, there was fresh coffee on the nightstand, still steaming, and my riding clothes lay out across the chair by the window.
Perfect. Exactly as I’d instructed.
I took my time getting ready, savoring the quiet ritual of it. Brushed my hair until it shone, pinned it back in a style that was practical but still flattering. Applied just enough makeup to look polished without appearing like I’d tried too hard.
Wasn’t going anywhere after all.
By the time I made my way downstairs, the house had settled into its usual bustle. Servants moved through the halls, their footst
