I sighed as the familiar morning sounds filled the air. I lifted my arms and let out a groan as I stretched. I blinked against the sunlight streaming in threw the lacy curtains and smiled. My whole body tingled and my mind was clear, yet still lost in last nights excitement. There was a knock at my door and I pulled the blankets up closer to my chin, to protect my dignity.
"Come in." I said and the big oak doors groaned as they opened. A girl at the age of maybe 16 walked into the room and bowed to the ground. When she looked up at me I was shocked at how much she resembled me. Her eyes were the same shade of green as mine, and her hair, though worn the same way as every lady in waiting, in a braided bun, was dark and shiny. I stared at this girl in wonder, completely forgetting myself and sitting up, placing my hands in my lap and staring at her.
"What's your name?" I asked her gently. Her hands were shaking and she looked down at the ground.
"Margret, Margret De Silva." As the words left her lips they struck me like a hot pan. I couldn't breath for there was a large rock lodged in my chest. I clasped onto the blankets and the room around me started to fade. All I could think of was him. How much time had past since we had seen each other? What had happened that made us grow apart? As the girl started talking to me I laid back onto my pillows, turned on my side and thought back to the beginning; back to my childhood.