I awoke the next morning to streams of light coming in from my windows and tickling at my face. Somewhat rested, yet still a bit tired with eyes that didn't want to open all the way, I allowed myself to lay in bed for several minutes before ringing my bell to alert Edith. I contemplated the idea of returning to sleep until I figured that if I did, Mother would have at it with me later. I had no idea what the time was, but from the look of the sky outside I knew it must have been well into the morning already.
Sat up and propped against my pillows, I was in mid-stretch as my maid came into the room. She brought with her on a breakfast tray a pleasant surprise of freshly cut flowers as well as my usual morning glass of juice. I admired the wildflowers and welcomed them to my room with a good yawn. Edith was fresh faced as she always seemed to be and had greeted me with a soft curtsy on her entering. The tray was set beside me on my bed stand and I watched lazily as she got to pulling my window curtains open more, further brightening the room.
Glancing at my window seat, I blushed at last night's memory of Harry seeing me so barely dressed in the middle of the night. Knowing I would have to face him again today had my stomach twisting into knots. At least I would have some time to prepare myself before having to go downstairs. It only made sense my mother would have ordered a lavish brunch for today. Knowing her as well as I did, she would have already sent a servant to the guest house to invite the family to eat with us. Trying my best to seem as nonchalant as possible, I worked on picking Edith's mind as she prepared my toilette.
"Is mother awake yet?" I removed myself from the blanket and swung my legs over the side of the bed before taking a sip of the appleade.
Edith glanced back at me and nodded, "Yes, I believe she's downstairs right now in the sitting room last I had seen her," she arranged a small basin of warm water on my washstand and smiled, "I must say ma'am, I was glad to hear your bell ringing. She had warned me if you weren't to rise within a quarter of the hour, I would have to wake you myself."
I stood and laughed, walking to my closet, "Oh, Edith, you know as well as I do I wouldn't have minded waking up to you. I like to think I'm not as fearsome as my mother is in the morning." I threw back a cheeky smile at her.
I searched around for a gown that would be suitable to wear on such a spring day as the one I saw outside. Sunny, warm, and beautiful. I already intended on spending a good portion of the day outside in the gardens again. Anything that would take me away from the embroidering project I had sitting in my fabric basket downstairs would be a welcome use of my time. Although I didn't mind so much working on the craft, my mother's chiding me on my work was something that I didn't particularly love sitting through.
Pulling out a blush colored dress with embroidered flowering down on the bodice and skirt and a crystaled shawl to drape over my arms, I decided it would do me very well. I rested the dress on my bed and stood in front of the washstand, splashing water on my face.
"I presume that my mother has invited our guests for brunch?" I patted my skin with a towel and moved to observe my features in the mirror.
"Precisely. They should be arriving in an hour. We received their acceptance of the invitation only fifteen minutes ago," I struggled not to smile at the image of the King and Queen of Prylia waking up to the sound of a timid knocking at their door from a nervous servant alerting them of my Mother's early request of receiving them. All of us had enjoyed a late night.
"Those flowers are lovely as well. Did my mother order fresh cuts?" I worked my fingers into my face, massaging the skin in an upwards motion as I'd often watch my mother do on herself when I was younger and listened to her long blabbers on the art of keeping your youth. Facial massages were a specific favorite of hers. I frowned on noticing a new blemish on the underside of my jaw.
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The Crowned (h.s)
Historical Fiction*This is a story that uses Harry Styles as the outward appearance of his character, however, it can be read without keeping that in mind. Nothing else is related to Harry Styles or One Direction in this story besides his physical attributes.* 1911...