just backstory silliness

It's no busier than usual, as mornings go, but by noon-- by the time she has seen that all is in order for the day's meals, and spoken to the servants, looked to the usual series of minor household crises and disasters-- her head is pounding and she feels certain her bodice was laced too tight that morning.

She retreats upstairs and sinks down onto the edge of her bed, waving away a serving girl who approaches questioningly. It's fine-- she just needs to catch her breath.