When she saw Morrigan, Elena couldn't help but smile a little. The woman had been her governess for as long as she could remember back, and she always felt better when she was around. This had even been true many years ago when she'd felt the business end of Morrigan's large wooden hairbrush. She still blushed when she remembered the last time that had happened. It was many years ago, she couldn't have been more than 10, but she remembered that day like it was yesterday.
On this particular occasion, however, Elena managed to push the thought from her mind before it changed the color of her face, and curtsied as she knew Morrigan expected.
"Goodmorning", she said. It was clear that while she'd been up long enough to have had her bath, she was still not entirely awake. She seemed to be able to sleep whenever, whereever. And she felt that she was getting overworked, having very little time for herself.
She sat down at the end of the small table opposite from Morrigan and waited for the servants to put breakfast before her.
"Thank you", she said when she was poured a large glass of ice cold olerry juice. The taste was sweet, but not cloying, and with the barest hint of sour as well.
Elena gave Morrigan a bit of a cheeky smile once they were alone, and said:
"So, what do you plan on torturing me with today?", as she grinned, before taking a drink from her juice.
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