Knock, knock.
A small pause followed, then a soft, distracted voice answered from inside.
"Come in."
The door opened to reveal a spacious yet warmly furnished room. Sunlight filtered through tall windows, spilling across the floor where a young Elven Princess sat cross-legged, tongue peeking out in concentration as she colored diligently on a large sheet of paper. Crayons were scattered everywhere. Blues, greens, golds, and one very aggressively used red.
A maid stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind her.
"Good afternoon, Princess Marin," she greeted, bowing with practiced grace.
Marin did not look up right away. "Mm," she hummed, finishing a circle before lifting her head. "Good afternoon. Did you need something?"
"Yes, Your Highness," the maid said gently. "I was instructed to inform you that His Highness, Crown Prince Eren, has made arrangements to send you to Solara."
The crayon slipped from Marin's fingers.
"…Solara?" she echoed.
