Open Starter: Lavinia
There had been no shortage of work here at the castle. The king seemed to have quite the affinity for balls and parties, not to mention weddings, and no doubt there would soon be celebrations for the child soon to come. There were already sketchbooks full of designs for mother, father, and baby alike.
But there were slow times too, when there was little need for a seamstress, and it was then that Lavinia got to be what she concidered her truest self: a writer. She had been working on her novel all morning, breakfast a mere afterthought to the story that had been sitting unwritten in her head for weeks, but now she had reached a scene that was troubling her.
Writer's block.
Perhaps a change of scenery would do her good? Yes. After all, the scene took place in a garden. How fitting it would be to write it in one. So, Lavinia quickly packed her paper, quill, and a small vial of ink and hurried out of her bedchamber towards the garden.
Alessandra was probably a bit too lax here in the castle lately. Well, she was a bit too lax in general, her father would say. So she decided to take a bit of a break, and where better than to go outside?
She smiled as she saw Lavinia heading the same direction. “Hello, Lavinia,” she spoke, music in her tone. “How are you this morning?”


















