"You can come in," Abrielle allowed the servant to come in. It was a small servant boy not over the age of 16 years old.
He walked towards Abrielle, bowed slightly as he gave her the letter, and then waited by the side waiting for Abrielle's answer. Abrielle felt dread looking at the letter with the queen stamp on it. She knew it was something she hated.
Abrielle opened the letter, her eyes glancing through the letter, her expression changing from confusion to surprise and then wary.
"The queen is inviting me for tea tomorrow to introduce me to the other ladies in the palace." She muttered, Zoltana's face brightened. "That's great," she chimed. Abrielle saw this coming, things were still proceeding according to the plot.