30 August, 1370. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten
Celia heard her presence chamber doors being unlocked from the outside. A moment later, Rae walked into the room with a silver tray in her hands.
"Your midday meal, Your Grace."
Celia looked up from fabric spread over her lap and smiled at the maid. "Thank you. Just put it down on that table over there. I'll eat shortly."
Rae did as she was told, but didn't leave. Instead, she stood in the middle of the room, fidgeting.
"Is something wrong?" Celia asked her.
"I feel terrible that you've been locked away like this, my lady!" the maid burst out. "It's wrong what the queen is doing!"
"Thank you. I appreciate your support. But why do you look so guilt ridden, Rae?"
"Because I was the one that lead her into your bedchamber that morning."