Ilaria placed her jar neatly on the kitchen cabinet, right where she always kept it, the soft clink of glass against wood was oddly satisfying. With that done, she dusted her hands once more and decided it was time to return to her chambers for a change of clothes.
Vivienne followed a respectful step behind, her own jar cradled carefully in her arms. By the time the two of them stepped back out of the chambers, the late evening light was spilling golden through the palace windows.
"Shall we?" Ilaria asked, her smile bright as ever as she extended an arm, inviting Vivienne to take it.
After only a week at the princess' side, Vivienne had already noticed one of her little oddly endearing quirks. The princess loved to link arms. At first, Vivienne thought it was something reserved for her personal handmaiden, Melyn, given how inseparable they seemed.
