Philip stood by his window early that morning. Since that rain the other day, he hadn't seen a very clear morning. At the moment, as he stood by his window, he found himself staring out at the gloomy dark and grey skies. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he used his palm and caressed his hair. Pressing it down a little more. There was a knock on the door. He muttered a come in.
"Good morning my lord." Greeted his maid stepping into the room. Philip didn't answer, he just turned to glare at the person who interrupted his morning. "Your early morning tea." She placed the tray down and curtseyed. Sooner standing up right with her head low.
"Have them prepare lady Sire and I a chariot, get her ready, we set out once she's done." He came to settle on his couch. Picking up the saucer and the cup of tea atop it.
