Marguerite walks in the now-familiar hallway with an anxious look on her face. Depending on how it goes, she will either have a horrific experience for the rest of her stay in this castle, or she will have a bearable one where she can live in relative comfort.
She is scared, scared that she will have to serve a man she doesn't love in his bed, scared of having to work a horrible job that she didn't choose, scared of having to be at the beck and call of mean people that will want to see her humiliated for fun, scared of becoming a bedservant.
Nonetheless, she raises her chin and imitates the expression of confidence everyone around her seems to have. She tries to act cold and detached like everyone else.
The Grand Hall is as grandiose as ever, living up to its name. Impressive walls and tall ceilings oppress her shoulders ominously as she tries as hard as possible to stand straight and firm.
