After meticulously fixing my hair, Diana and I descended the grand staircase together. The castle buzzed with activity, its corridors filled with people, yet there was an absence of Vidar's presence.
"Damaris is waiting for you in the garden, queen," Diana suggested.
"Thank you, Diana. you are dismissed," I replied.
Making my way to the garden, I observed a table arranged on the terrace. Approaching, I discovered Damaris nestled in the corner like a small mouse caught in a trap.
"Good morning," I greeted her warmly. "I am delighted you could make it."
Damaris responded with a shy smile, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and nervousness. The terrace, adorned with blooming flowers and bathed in the morning sunlight, created a serene atmosphere.
"I was not sure if I should come, bu
