[ The following morning, when William should decide to rise, he will hear her in the kitchen, making breakfast.
Clearly, she's been up for some time, as her hair is already done for the day - and it's been immaculately curled and pinned into place. In truth, she never properly slept, heart seeming chaos into her veins and clouding her mind. Keeping her hands busy was something of a distraction, at least.
And so, she stands there before the stove, hair beautiful but face bare, and a throw pulled close about her shoulders.
Upon hearing the other's footsteps, she sends him a startled glance, but quickly turns her head away in embarrassment, continuing to stir. ]
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Clearly, she's been up for some time, as her hair is already done for the day - and it's been immaculately curled and pinned into place. In truth, she never properly slept, heart seeming chaos into her veins and clouding her mind. Keeping her hands busy was something of a distraction, at least.
And so, she stands there before the stove, hair beautiful but face bare, and a throw pulled close about her shoulders.
Upon hearing the other's footsteps, she sends him a startled glance, but quickly turns her head away in embarrassment, continuing to stir. ]
Good morning. [ Her voice is small. ]