As Philippa prepared herself to march towards the great hall, frustration and longing burned within her, as she felt a palpable sense of impatience. Her steps were resolute, and her gaze fixed firmly on her destination. The weight of her emotions, her yearning for Baldwin, seemed to have transformed her into a singularly focused force.In her path stood William, the ever-watchful advisor, whose expression bore a mix of curiosity and concern.
Philippa's POV :
William, always the voice of reason, asked with a gentle tone, "Your Majesty, may I ask what is happening?" His inquiry served as a lifeline in that charged moment. Summoning my determination, I faced him and replied firmly, "I must see the King without delay. There are matters I need to discuss with him."
