Emma.
It was morning. I had survived the dinner and had a restless sleep.
Finally, I was awake, I stretched and yawned, feeling the remnants of a night of restlessness. Just as I was about to get out of bed, I heard a sharp knock on the door.
I frowned, wondering who could be visiting me so early. Before I could reach the door, it swung open.
Two extravagantly dressed ladies and a gentleman in a golden robe walked into my room.
Startled, I jumped up, trying to cover myself up with my flimsy nightdress. "Who are you?"
The gentleman in the golden robe stepped forward and bowed. "We were told to come. Instructions from Lord Roger," he said.
I sighed, realizing it had to be a mistake. "Lord Roger's quarters are down the hall."
The gentleman smiled and repeated himself. "We did not c
