those soft golden lights in the morning [open]

[anna_morcades]

Morgause is in her room, the dark red robe tied loosely over her nightdress, her hair still in its nightly plaits; she is sitting by the window, with coffee. All Sagramore's fault, that.

Anyone brave enough to knock is welcome to bother her.

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[le_desirous]

Somebody is brave enough! Somebody is feeling quite triumphant at the moment, and is being closely followed by a small, shy Italian girl with a baby in her arms. He knocks on her door cheerfully. "My lady!"

[anna_morcades]

"Ay." She sets down her cup.

[le_desirous]

He opens the door more gently than the rest of his actions; twists the knob and pushes it open enough to usher Hero in and come after himself. "My lady, you remember you remarked on a need for a lady's maid?"

[anna_morcades]

Her eyebrows lift, less in censure than in curiosity. "Did I indeed?"