Tamina was seated on a wooden armchair in her chamber. Her red hair cascaded beside her face as the ink pen in her hand moved smoothly from the beginning of the scroll to the end. Her grey eyes were fixed on what she was writing when a maid entered her room with a tray of food in her hand.
"My lady, your breakfast is ready." Celin announced dropping the foot on a small stool beside the bed.
Tamina had finished what she was writing; she rolled the scroll up, then tied a red rope around it. "Have this delivered to a raven; I want my mother to get this letter as soon as possible."
Hahn took the letter from her and nodded in obligation. Tamina rises to her feet and then makes her way to where the food is set. She sat down to have her meal, but just then she paused.
"You…come here." She sai
