Mauve walked behind her father with a puzzled look on her face. About two guards accompanied them.
Mauve found it a little bit odd. It was a little hard to not notice that there were more guards around the castle than usual and there were always two with her father.
Did this have anything to do with the rule of not moving around? Maybe it was what her father wanted to talk to her about. All she could do was wait.
He stopped suddenly and Mauve realized they had stopped in front of the drawing room. She didn't think she had ever been in this room before now.
The guards pushed the door open and Mauve blinked at the bright room. It was very well arranged.
There were paintings across the walls. There were at least three of the King but they were all exquisite paintings. Whoever had done them knew exactly what they were doing.
There was a painting of a garden and she stared at it a little longer than she needed to.
