The morning light creeps through the translucent lace curtains into the royal quarters, the first flush of morning light carrying gentle promises of a sunny day ahead. "Good morning, your Grace." Ethelia whispers, her voice and movements are soft as to not to startle you. Ethelia takes the hand she had on her mistress's shoulder and rests it on the bedpost as she takes a step back to let you have more room, "His Highness told me to inform you that he departed this morning to travel to East in order to discuss war strategies with the Myenkian army General, the King estimates that he will return by next fortnight." Ethelia informs you, her eyes flickering to the empty spot in the bed next to you, her brows furrow; Elio, the King of Myenko has been ruling over Myenko for twenty of the eighty years of war between Flavona and Myenko. An evil man, that's all King Elio is. Ethelia's face softens as she looks at yours, "How was your sleep, my lady?" Ethelia asks, as she begins to look through your drawers, making up an outfit for you to get into after you have bathed.