verb.
To reel backwards. To go back to the beginning.
The chance to tell the story anew.
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'I'll be looking for you, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we'll cling together so tight that nothing and no one'll ev...
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It is our duty to wed one another, there was never any mention of love.
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Her chambers were beautiful. Airy and light, the high windows caught the pale morning sun and sent fractured patterns dancing across the floor as the sun filtered through the intricate panes of glass. Katrina couldn't find fault with the rooms she was to occupy, though she couldn't help but wonder if they would still be hers to keep after this month of courtship had passed, or if she would be required to move into the Prince's chambers after they were wed.
Her possessions had been laid out in the dressing room attached to her bedchamber, beyond that there was the room she had bathed in when she had awoken, and through another door there was a small drawing room which she shared with Natasha. It was an opportunity for escape which she made note of, it could prove useful if she was able to find no other sanctuaries within the palace.
Of course, she was to be shown the sprawling extent of her new home that morning, so perhaps she would discover some other points of interest. She was, however, more concerned with uncovering further details about the man she was to marry.
She had tried to cautiously make enquiries with the ladies maids who arrived to assist her with dressing, between them helping her to choose one of her lighter gowns for the mild weather and watching her reflection as her hair was tamed into a soft knot at the nape of her neck. The questions she asked lacked gravity, though, for she didn't fully know what to ask.
She did note however, the subtle blushes and giggles the maids exchanged when she mentioned the Prince.
Katrina had tried not to agonise over it, all throughout breakfast with Natasha and on their walk down through the long corridors of the palace. She had been informed the night before that any official appointments had been postponed for the first few days after her arrival, so that she could begin to acclimatise to her new home. It meant her only duty that morning was to keep to the arrangement the Prince had made before he bade her goodnight, his promise to show her the grounds of the palace, and to speak with her about their first meeting.
