[Lavinia's Pov—Continuation—Lavinia's Chamber]
I slumped onto my couch with a sigh and waved my hand lazily. "Alright, Sir Haldor… you may start."
He blinked once, then twice, before asking, very politely, "Should I begin without a map, Your Highness?"
I blinked back at him. "Right. We need a map."
He straightened immediately. "I shall bring it at once!"
"Wait—no, no! Don't go running off again," I said quickly, sitting up. "I have one here."
He paused, a little startled. "You… have a map in your chamber, Your Highness?"
I nodded as I walked toward my wardrobe. "Of course I do. Papa used to gift me territories on my birthdays. Each time, he'd hand me a map and say, 'This will be part of our empire one day.' So yes, I have quite the collection."
I pulled open the heavy wardrobe, shuffled a few folded fabrics aside, and then—"TA-DA!" I declared, holding up a rather large rolled map triumphantly.
