I tug at the hem a bit, wishing I could fill out the material a bit more. I feel like a child playing dress-up in my father’s clothing.
I force myself to stop picking at my clothes and I go to the sink. I pick up my old brush and proceed to brush out my hair, now hanging almost to my shoulders.
Once I’ve finished I choose one of my old silver clips and pull the hair around my face back and clip it into place.
I turn and look into the full length mirror. A jolt of surprise runs through me. I’m looking at my father. A younger, shorter haired version of my father, but my father nonetheless. I breathe in deeply, steadying myself mentally before turning and exiting the bathroom.
The girls have gone and it’s just Caden, Sara, and I. Caden is in the seating area and Sara is settled in my bed, tucked beneath the blankets. Someone has braided her long hair over her shoulder.
Caden stands and heads into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. While Caden is in the bathroom, I go in search of a small hand mirror I had as a child. I remember using it to look around corners back when I would spy on the goings on in the castle. I stopped when I was about ten, but I kept the mirror.
I rummage through a few trunks and drawers, finding many old treasures, but forcing myself to leave them and keep searching.
I finally find the mirror on a shelf covered in many other old mementos from my childhood. The mirror is smaller than I remember, only about three inches by four inches. It’s completely clean and dust free. The servants have done a good job at keeping the room clean.
I take the mirror over to the sitting area and set it on the table and settle myself in to wait, drinking more of the cool fruit juice.
Caden emerges from the bathroom a while later just moments before there’s a knock on the door. Caden heads over and opens the door. Massers is waiting on the other side. Caden ushers him in while I stand and buckle on my sword.
“Your highness,” he says with a bow. “The council members are gathered together in the meeting room, as you’ve requested.”
I tuck the mirror into a pocket that’s hidden in the vest and head over to join Caden and Massers by the door.
“Tell me, does the meeting room contain a round table?” I ask.
“No, highness, it’s a rectangular table.” He replies, looking confused.
“Is there a meeting room with a round table?” I inquire.
“No, highness,” he replies. I frown in consternation but he hastens a reply.
“There is, however, a breakfast room with a round table.” He says.