"Baron Sylvan."
Margaret's cool voice rang out in the corridor. Her tone had now returned to the reserved dignity of a princess.
Murphy heard her and reacted at once, quickly striding away.
Margaret watched his retreating back, her fingertips lightly brushing her lips as she whispered, "Sylvan… Master… How interesting." She elegantly smoothed the creases of her skirt, a cunning glint in her eyes. 'But for now, I must go and complete the task my master has given me.'
...
Murphy stood outside Aurora's door, uncharacteristically hesitant.
Just as he was wavering, his ears twitched, catching the faint sounds of movement from within the room.
A moment later, the door opened from the inside.
Aurora appeared behind the door. She had woven her long, golden hair into a loose braid that draped over her shoulder.
She wore a light purple chiffon gown, its sheer fabric embroidered with delicate violet patterns that fluttered gently with her every move.
