(Third Person).
The soft knock on Meredith's bedroom door came just as Kira was setting down the final brush from fixing her hair.
Next came the sound of the door opening, followed by its shutting a few seconds later.
Just then, Cora stepped into the dressing room and announced, "My lady, Xamira is here to see you."
Meredith blinked in surprise. "Xamira?"
Kira exchanged a brief glance with Azul, both of them just as curious.
Meredith rose from the cushioned stool in front of her mirror and stepped into her bedroom. Then, she moved to the door herself.
As she pulled it open, there stood Xamira—tiny, in a pale blue dress with silver thread, her dark curls pinned neatly, and her hands tightly clasped in front of her.
Her eyes, usually wide and full of fire, now carried a nervous weight. Her nanny stood respectfully behind her, offering Meredith a silent bow.
Xamira dipped into a short, slightly wobbly curtsy. "Good morning, my lady."
