The early morning light seeped through the tall windows of the Marquis manor, casting a gentle glow over the figure lying on the bed, peacefully. Barbara Reylson's eyes fluttered open, her gaze shifting away from the disturbing light. The quiet of the manor contrasted sharply with the tumult of her thoughts. Remembering the task ahead, she rose abruptly, quickly changed her clothes, and prepared for the carriage ride to the palace. Her heart beat rapidly as she fidgeted with worry, fearing that Prince Florian might slip and call Kristie by her name, thus revealing their secret.