Rubbing her eyes, Lavender slowly sat up. "Is it morning already?" she asked, covering a yawn with her hand. "Not for another three hours, Your Grace, but I am to see that you are ready to travel within an hour." Lavender blinked her eyes. This was the first time she had been called by her new title and it sounded foreign to her ears. "Are we leaving for England so soon?" she asked, flinging the covers aside and standing up. "Yes, Your Grace. Will you wear the wine-colored traveling gown?" "Yes, I suppose." "Very good, Your Grace. I have laid everything out for you and will assist you whenever you are ready." "I am accustomed to dressing myself and I will not need you for that, Holly." The woman looked doubtful. "Are you sure you will not need assistance with the hooks?" "I am sure." "Very well, Your Grace. I will go below and fetch your breakfast tray." Lavender stared after the maid who bustled from the room, wishing she would stop calling her, "Your Grace." She did not want to be reminded of her newly elevated station in life.
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