ROYAL BLOOD
Tamar, that useless handmaid of hers, didn't bother to inform her about the current happenings in the castle.
The Kingswoods lies south of Decreash, stretching toward the sea. It was preserved for hunting and for showing off games, usually for courtly leisure.
Racheal was already seated in the courtyard pavilion, waiting for the maids to finish up the preparations.
Her legs were crossed as she savored the taste of red wine. Her gown shimmered faintly as she rested, her fingers tracing the arm of the chair in idle thought.
From the archway came the soft echo of footsteps, measured, elegant, and deliberate.