"As you wish my lady." He bowed and walked off, towards the princess second walk-in wardrobe. He selected a yellow gown off the rack and returned to stand outside the room half of his face concealed in the shelter of the shade. After what seemed like hours, she finally called him to bring in the clothes. He knocked, and opened the door.<br/><br/>The princess's room was the most well furnished, a calming ambiance. He swept into the room and placed the nightgown over a screen door where the princess could collect it. He stepped clear away from the screen, turning his back onto the door and proceeding to the vase of roses. He retrieved from his pocket a short pair of scissors, and began to remove short thorns which had grown since his last visit to the room. As he snipped he asked, "So for tomorrow's breakfast, it would be brioche, toast with butter, earl grey tea and french vanilla coffee. Would there be anything else you would require, my lady?"<br/><br/>He paused, turning the rose to see if all the thorns were removed, perfect. The stalk looked as though as it had never grew thorns before. He smiled briefly at his handiwork and started on the next rose. "Would you like me to bring breakfast to you or would you like to go to the tea room for breakfast? Also, I shall prepare some of your black gowns for the funeral which you might want to consider. Is there any specific dress you would like for the occasion?" He silently prayed that he had not stepped over the threshold, thus he acted as he had always did.