The morning light streamed through the tall windows of Grim's chambers as he stood before the ornate mirror, adjusting his tobes that had been specially commissioned for tonight's celebration.
The deep midnight blue fabric was embroidered with silver threads. Tonight was not just his eighteenth birthday celebration—it was the most important political event House Ambrose had hosted in decades.
Violet moved around the chamber quickly ensuring every detail of his appearance was perfect. Her auburn hair was pinned back more formally than usual, and she wore the finest servant's attire the household could provide.
As the newest member of his staff, she took obvious pride in being selected to attend to him during such a significant occasion.
"The silver clasps or the jade ones, my lord?" she asked, holding up two different options for securing his outer robe.
