(CORRINE)
I watch Sigrid run a brush through my wet hair. I've told her plenty of times I can do it myself, but she always insists on doing it. Her company is warm and soothing, so I've stopped protesting.
"I heard you and His Majesty were doing something in the garden yesterday," she says, smiling at me in the mirror.
"I was trying to plant the seeds, but he wouldn't let me dig the holes," I tell her.
It has become easier to confide in Sigrid over time. She's always in my corner. She was the first person who was kind to me when I arrived here, and it may be silly, but I like to lean on her. I've never had an older female figure in my life, and I appreciate her presence.
"I was starting to get hot, so I took off my jacket. He was angry about that."
"Was that all?" She gives me a smile, and I wring my fingers.
"Sigrid, why does he call me Corrine?"
"Because it's your name?" She chuckles slightly.
