   sunlight filters in through the window and manon cannot help but look for a moment at the motes of dust that line the beams of light as she begins to smooth the fine linen sheets over fine feathered mattress. making the beds of those wealthy enough to afford such expensive cloth and down is not a difficult matter, one manon does not mind doing. as she moves to collect up blankets from where she had slung them across a nearby chair the sound of the door opening at her back has her quickly spinning to look at whoever has entered the room for a moment before dropping into a curtsy.    âah - i am sorry, i will be finished in but a moment.â
Enitan had expected the young Castilian lord to be waiting for him on the other side of the door --- his disappointment at seeing a stranger instead was evident on his face. Though it was hardly her fault. The young lord was notorious for ignoring the will of his mother, who had ordered the guard to be by her boy's side, lest he do something foolish. Like flirt with a queen or leave the castle's walls. He shifted irritably on his feet for a moment before a leather clad hand waved off her apology.
"Do not rush on my account, senorita," he said, entertaining the idea that the lord was perhaps in the adjoining chamber, putting on the final touches to his clothes. And so heavy boots crossed the room in few, long steps, where he opened the door, poked his head inside, and was greeted by emptiness. He swore under his breath before turning back to the maid. "Have you seen the Lord Pavia at all?"
