Brealle lowered her head, her light amber orbs staring at the dull stone floor in front of the wooden door. Despite her calm and patient appearance, her heartbeat and trembling hands had betrayed her effort.
She heard the news late, it had already been four hours since the arrival of both the Crown Prince and young Prince of Suttern.
Even with her own eagerness to sprint and present herself before him, she still endured and at least waited until the break of dawn, before standing still outside the sole room of the East Tower. The renowned chamber of the Queen of Suttern.
She doesn't want her two hour effort, bathing herself with floral petals and wiping her body with scented oil to turn fruitless now that he has finally returned.
