(3) Every Saturday Morning
Every Saturday morning she wasn't able to sit still. Her hands were playing with her hair or her skirts as she was just trembling with excitement. The nannies and the maids rushed around her, chattering about the latest trends from where he would be coming from and the most classic trends from here in his homelands. Jewelry would be presented, gowns would be sworn by as her caretakers went to and fro setting about getting her ready for the next day. The butlers would go in and out of her quarters, presenting menu options or tableware for her to choose from. They would ask what books should be left on his nightstand, what sheets should they dress his bed with, how the hedges should be trimmed, and which flowers were to be brought in to decorate the many vases. Late into the evening when she had decided that all would be to his liking she would creep into the vast library that he had loved so dearly. She would search out his favorite books, the fables, and fairytales that he would regal her with every night before he left. She’d hold them close to her chest as she went back to her quarters, the books a happy reminder of what would be coming tomorrow.