The rapt-tap-tap on the door alerted me to the fact that there was someone outside of the door, and for a moment, I just stood there staring at it, part of me expecting to see the Queen or the palace doctor barge in. But surprisingly, neither of them did. Whoever it was who had knocked, was actually waiting outside, waiting for me to grant them permission to come in.
“Come in.”
I didn’t move, feeling the sun as it warmed the side of my face. I had been standing by the window, staring at the world outside, before I had been interrupted. And now, I had turned my back on that view, instead, watching the two woman who were dressed in beige attire, their clothing similar. Between the two of them, they were carting a railing of clothes—and by clothes, I meant gowns that looke
