As Tillian entered Aideen's bedroom, he could not help but notice her disheveled state right away. Black ink stains adorned the flowing sleeves of her new dress and the surface of her desk. The crumpled papers and blotters were haphazardly scattered, revealing a poorly hidden mess. However, it was her unmistakably red and embarrassed face that truly betrayed her flustered condition.
"Your Highness? Is everything alright? Did I interrupt your practice?" Tillian inquired, genuine concern etched across his face.
Quickly shaking her head, the princess rushed to divert Tillian's attention from her emotional disarray.
"No, of course not, Your Grace! You did not interrupt anything important! Is something the matter? I heard we are having guests today."
