“Did you eat breakfast?” Meradith enquired of her daughter.
“No, I have not eaten this morning. I find that the food in the palace is so plentful and rich that I am not at all hungry,” Eliza smiled. She did not mention that her stomach was doing back flips, a nervous excitement that had refused to leave her since she read the kings note left with her favourite flowers. Plus, the morning would be the first official meeting with the king’s closest advisors, and she was feeling a little anxious as to if they would readily accept her. But 24 hours pervious she had been a prisoner, awaiting the judgement of the king. Yes, she had been thoroughly exonerated, but the juxtaposition of the situation, in just a single day was not lost on her.
“Eliza. Might I offer you some advice?” Aiden asked h
