Chapter 2: Ivan Romanov
The next morning, Galina woke Lydia very early—just as the sun was barely rising behind the hills. The world was still quiet, covered in a soft blue mist. Lydia was still half asleep when another young maid, Daria, stepped into the room carrying fresh clothes and a warm towel. She smiled shyly at Lydia. "Good morning, My Lady," she said softly.
The two women helped Lydia into her bath, then brushed her long golden hair and tied it into a simple braid. They dressed her in a plain blue gown, and Galina placed a dark hood over her head.
"We’ll leave quietly. Before anyone wakes up," Galina whispered.
They moved silently through the long hallway, their footsteps light. But just as they turned the corner, Lydia stopped in her tracks. A dim light flickered in the hall, and Lord Alexander was already there, sitting at a desk, writing something under a small oil lamp.
He looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Where are you all headed this early?" His voice was calm, but his presence made Lydia’s heart race.
Galina quickly stepped forward. "My lord, the young lady needs new clothes. Since she is to meet her groom soon, it’s best she looks her best."
Alexander stared at Lydia for a moment, then nodded. "You’re right. You’re smart, Galina. Always thinking ahead."
Just as they turned to leave, he called again, "Lydia."
She froze.