My father stays for only a bit longer, leaving before Quill can arrive.
He says he has business to attend to, after handing me the wedding invitation, and disappears out the door and into his carriage.
I watch them leave, and summon my maids to draw me a bath, feeling my skin get itchy with dirt.
Once the bath is drawn, I dismiss the rest, and scrub at my skin with my scrubbing rock, slathering on my rose scented soap. I do this three more time, until my skin is cleared, the color going back to it's usual cinnamon color instead of the grayish hue.
I dry off, and dress in cleaner clothes, braiding my hair. Morning has come and gone with my father, and I'm curious to know what's taking Quill so long when he bounds in the room, a breathless, his usual controlled hair curling.
He doesn't even greet me as if picks me up and spins me, kissing the top of my head as he sets me back down.
"I have some news." he says.
