(The Next Morning)
The morning sun streams into my newly secured room. I am sitting at the table, enjoying a quiet breakfast and chatting with Elin about yesterday's chaotic execution.
After all, if you want to know what is really happening in the palace, who knows better than the maids?
A sudden knock on the door interrupts us. An Imperial Knight steps in, bowing respectfully. "Your Highness, the materials have arrived from Lord Morvain. The engineers are requesting your permission to begin construction on the greenhouse."
"Tell them to start the work," I reply with a bright smile. "I will come down to check on it in a little while."
The knight bows and leaves. I glance over at the windowsill, my eyes landing on the small clay pot holding the azureth flower, and my smile softens.
Elin steps forward to pour me a fresh cup of tea. She turns to my towering shadow. "Sir Blackthorn, would you like a cup as well?"
