Emma lazily walked down the stairs.
It was still early morning, and she had only just woken up. Thankfully, she remembered where she was before wandering around half-asleep, so she had freshened up properly before coming down.
As she neared the dining hall, she spotted a few servants serving breakfast to the man seated at the head of the table. His wife occupied the seat to his left, the two of them chatting quietly.
Noticing Emma, Carter turned and greeted her warmly, "Morning, child. Did you rest well?"
Emma nodded lightly with a small smile. "Yes. Good morning."
At Adela's urging, she took a seat, and a maid soon placed a prepared breakfast in front of her.
Her gaze drifted around the hall for a moment before she asked, "Has William not come down yet?" She had knocked on his door earlier, but there was no response, so she assumed he must already be awake.
Carter chuckled. "That rascal is going through a strange phase. He's doing something I haven't seen him do in years."
