Angelica looked at her reflection in the mirror, this had to be the most boring day she had had in her entire life.
This day had managed to be the most boring and most unbelievable simultaneously. Now when it was finally time to go to sleep, so she could find some source of calm, she was worried about their sleeping arrangements.
She was not truly worried about their sleeping arrangements, she just did not want to be asked to do something that she said should have been done yesterday. She could not believe that she found herself wondering how her mother's day went. It felt odd, she had never had these kinds of feelings before.
Then again, she had never spent a night and a full day away from home. She missed the halls of her manor, she missed the places she knew better than the back of her hand. She missed the fields that were outside dying from the lack of being tended to.
