The morning sun filtered through stained glass windows, casting jewel-toned patterns across Lady Selene's bedchamber. Calypso sat at her vanity, staring at her reflection while three handmaidens bustled around her like industrious bees.
"The blue silk or the crimson velvet for lunch with Duke Haverford, my lady?" Lissa, the youngest maid, held up two exquisite gowns.
Calypso examined both. Xavier would love the red on her… "The blue."
"An excellent choice," Agna said from the doorway, making Calypso jump. The chamberlain had a disconcerting habit of appearing without warning. "Duke Haverford appreciates modesty in a potential bride."
"How fortunate for him," Calypso muttered, turning back to the mirror.
