Princess Beatrice took her time walking to the grand dining hall. Once there she helped to her seat and ate breakfast. For today, she chose to eat honey wheat cake and quail eggs. She heard someone into the Dining Room Hall. She looked up from her plate and noticed it was her sister.
She hadn't spoken with her since before the memorial for their parents funeral, and even then their words had been few and very tense. Princess Adelaide had been so quiet and aloof, choosing to go back to the convent shortly after she had returned. She was here once more. Only arriving a few nights ago.
Since then Princess Beatrice, had only seen her once in these few days. Her little sister was no longer little, buck-toothed little girl who chattered her ear off. Now she was a blossoming young woman. She had their mother's eyes and lips, as well as their father's regal bone structure. Looking the part of an angel Princess Adelaide wore all white satin down to her slippers and gloves.
