The next morning wasn't so gloomy.
Sire was woken up by her Maid from the previous day. She turned to the lady who was bent over the couch arranging a dress probably for her.
"Good morning milady." The woman greeted once she heard the ruffling of the sheets.
Sire rubbed her eyes then yawned. "Morning." She replied to the maid.
"I will prepare your bath milady. It's almost time for breakfast." She heard the maid say before turning and moving to the bathroom. Sire didn't say anything, she just climbed down the bed and walked over to the couch. She tilted her head at the grey dress spread out on it. Knowing that if Philip had assigned it then it was obviously her size she turned away.
