Trystan..
I didn’t knock before opening her door and found that she was sitting at the vanity pulling pins from her hair. She glanced at me in the mirror, “It’s rude not to knock first, you know.”
“I assumed you were waiting for me to come get you.”
“I just want to take these pins out first, I hate having my hair done up all the time.”
“Do you do it yourself, or have Marie?”
“I do it myself. Most of the time I leave it down or pull it back from my face.”
“It looks lovely down.”
“I believe you’ve said something along those lines before.”
“Yes, I believe I have.”
She stood up and crossed the room to where I stood. “Are you going to show me your room?”
“I was wondering the same thing as I walked to yours.”
“You weren’t jesting about not allowing servants into it then?”
“No, I was
