(Will you forgive me, Claudia?)

CLAUDIA

The evening drew in very fast and almost everyone in the packhouse was busy except me. I guess they were busy with the big King’s dinner get-together. I was standing in the middle of my room, dressed in my elegant outfit. It was a cage Caroline skirt, covered by white printed wool, and on top of it was a neatly trimmed and super fitted corset. I wore a blue boot which couldn’t be seen because of my skirt, it covered the whole of my legs and even swept the floor.

I took another look at my dress, feeling the texture in my hand when the door opened. “Queen, the king wants you there now,” Nellie said as she hurried into my chamber. “So soon? The food has been served?” I asked, and she bounced her head. “Be ready, Queen. Everyone is seated, waiting for you. Even Beta Annette is at the table,” Nellie added, and I chuckled. “You didn’t have to tell me about her,” I said, and she bounced her head slightly.

She held my hand and we both walked out of the chamber. Before we got to the