Callis paced anxiously, her eyes swollen and streaked with tears, full of worry. Her dainty and delicate nose was red, evidence of her relentless crying.
"Please, sit down, Princess," Jessy urged. "The trial will take some time."
Callis sighed in frustration.
"How can I sit still and stay calm in this situation, Jessy?" Her words made the nanny feel guilty. "I wish I could do something!"
Though the Mederian Princess's heart urged her to leave the chamber and enter the royal court, she knew she had to obey Anna's orders—and her husband's.
"Why don't you have a cup of tea? It might help you relax," Helen suggested, pouring hot tea into a beautifully adorned porcelain cup.
She approached Callis and handed her the beverage.
Finally, the Mederian Princess sat down on the settee at the persuasion. In this moment of need, Helen was indeed a comforting presence, clearly deserving of Queen Emelda's trust.
