"Your Majesty, Consort Aurora has requested an audience with you, His Majesty the Emperor, and Marquess Mormont tomorrow after the morning assembly."
Mertyll informed Sera once she had received word from Anne, to which Sera put down the handkerchief she was knitting and looked up. "Aurora requested a formal audience herself? With the four of us?"
"It appears so, Your Majesty."
"Hmm." Sera mused, gently placing her needle work down as she mused over those words. "She could have told me about it over dinner, since the ladies will all be having dinner together today night. Why go to the legnths of requesting it formally?"
"Perhaps Her Grace had also sent word to the Emperor and Marquess as well, hence the same had come to you."
"That is very much possible, Mertyll." Sera agreed, her thoughts slowly diverting from the matter at hand, to what she'd face tomorrow.
"I wonder how the Emperor will face his Consort at tomorrow's meeting…"
