In the dim light of the Mahfiruze Bed Chambers, she took a deep breath. "Yes, I'm ready, but I'm just nervous," she admitted softly.
Igraine looked at her with concern. "What are you nervous about?"
Mahfiruze glanced down, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her gown. "I guess it's just the weight of expectations," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Meeting Arthur and Nimue's daughter feels like a pivotal moment," she continued, her heart racing.
Igraine then says, "I'm nervous too. This will be the first time I'll be meeting my granddaughter that I didn't even know existed."
Mahfiruze looked up, searching Igraine's face for reassurance. "Do you think she'll like us?" she asked, a hint of anxiety threading through her words.
"I hope so," Igraine replied, her expressi
