dressing, she heard a knock followed by the voice of Sir Tristan, the king's seneschal, just outside her door. “Speak,” she said.
“You are to meet with your father prior to the meal,” he said through the door. “Present yourself in the great hall at once.”
“The great hall?” Madia said, looking up, staring at the door. There was no answer. The seneschal had gone, perhaps, or he had nothing more to say. He knew just as she did that there was no reason for her father to see her at court, in public. He never discussed personal matters in that way.
Unless there was some function she was not aware of. Visitors, possibly, or an outing? And if so, the evening might be consumed by related activities that would leave little time for private scolding and hand wringing. Tomorrow, the d
“You are to meet with your father prior to the meal,” he said through the door. “Present yourself in the great hall at once.”
“The great hall?” Madia said, looking up, staring at the door. There was no answer. The seneschal had gone, perhaps, or he had nothing more to say. He knew just as she did that there was no reason for her father to see her at court, in public. He never discussed personal matters in that way.
Unless there was some function she was not aware of. Visitors, possibly, or an outing? And if so, the evening might be consumed by related activities that would leave little time for private scolding and hand wringing. Tomorrow, the d