Ivory Silk

17 August, 1359. Magdaline Castle, Islia

Camilla was already awake before Meg and Elizabeth tiptoed into her bedchamber before sunrise, even before the maids entered. In fits of excited giggles, the two ladies-in-waiting bounced on the bed until Katerine was eventually shaken awake.

"Wake up, Katerine! Otherwise you'll miss the entire day." Meg sang out. "The maids will be here shortly and you'll be stuck seeing Matilda's sour face."

Katerine groaned and pulled the blanket over her head. "Don't remind me. That woman is only happy when she's miserable."

"Well, serving me makes her plenty miserable." Camilla noted cheerfully.

"Are you at all nervous about today, my lady?" Elizabeth asked.