Morning sunlight streamed through Raze's bedroom windows, pulling him from sleep that had been surprisingly restful despite everything weighing on his mind. He dressed in formal attire the servants had prepared—clothing appropriate for visiting the castle, dark blues and silvers that complemented his white hair while displaying the crest of his newly granted title.
Sophie was already awake when he went to collect her, practically vibrating with excitement in a dress that the royal tailors had somehow prepared overnight. The garment was elegant without being ostentatious, pale blue fabric embroidered with silver thread that caught the light when she moved.
Her white hair had been arranged carefully, pulled back from her face in a style that made her look older than her ten years while remaining age-appropriate. She'd clearly been fussed over extensively by the servants, who seemed to have taken the Count's little sister as a personal project.
