A Day Away
February 3rd came with its usual chill in the air. The sand-brown stones of the castle were covered with a few small but intricate webs of frost. And the roof's shingles were more white than brown. Within the castle, the staff was abuzz with various chores in the aftermath of yesterday's events. And at the highest room, Daisy was waking.
No pounding. She reached up and felt the hard hairspray residue and golden clasps in her hair. She stretched and sat up. She didn't dare to believe it, but there she was, half made-up from last night. It wasn't February 2nd anymore.
"Today is tomorrow…" she said. "TODAY IS TOMORROW!"
Her feet hit the floor and she left her bedroom, running down the halls. "I did it! I did it!"
She skidded to a halt in front of Sarsworth's door. She asked a servant nearby, "Is Sarsworth still asleep?"
"Oh goodness, no, Princess," the servant said, shaking his head.
Daisy rolled her eyes. Hopefully he got some rest.
"I believe he's in the sitting room with a cup of tea."
"Relaxing?"
"As much as the old man can relax, I'd imagine."
Daisy chuckled in agreement, then went downstairs for breakfast. She would wash up and spend this brand new day with Sarsworth, talking about the policies for defense, discussing everything they can do for the merchants, and gossiping like schoolgirls about her and Luigi. After all, questions had to be answered.
Tomorrow was here, and other days were bound to follow. The future of Sarasaland was in their hands… No wonder Sarsworth never rested. There was much to do, and she wouldn't always have a million times to get it right.