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Sunlight, still pale with early morning, streamed through the narrow windows of your solar, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Here, in your private chamber, the atmosphere was less formal than the Great Hall, though the weight of your position remained. You sat in a carved chair, not as grand as the lord's seat in the hall, but still clearly the place of authority. Upon the small table beside you lay the sealed letter, the crimson wax bearing your father's Templar signet. Another message from the Holy Land, you thought, a familiar knot tightening in your stomach. Agnes, your mother, sat opposite, her veiled head held high even in this more intimate setting. Her gaze, as sharp as ever, rested on you. Lady Eve and Heloise, your sisters, sat nearby on a cushioned bench. Eve, ever devout, held a rosary in her delicate hands. Heloise, though seemingly still, radiated a contained energy, her eyes flicking around the solar, taking in every detail. Father Anselm, your Chaplain, stood quietly near the window, a silent, robed presence. Sir Nigel de Braose, your Marshal, stood just behind your chair, his posture as erect and watchful as if guarding a battlefield, even in this peaceful room. Master Giles, your Chamberlain, stood near the door, holding a roll of parchment, waiting for your attention. Father's letter… Does he write to my brother, Hugh, in Ireland too, I wonder? God keep them both safe, wherever they are, you thought, briefly pushing aside the baronial concerns pressing in. Agnes broke the quiet, her voice carrying the familiar tone of command, even softened slightly for the solar. "Robert," she began, her gaze settling on the sealed letter, "surely you intend to read your father's message this morning?" All eyes in the solar, subtly or directly, turned towards you, awaiting your next move. Before you could answer, Heloise's voice, lighter and quicker, interjected, "Perhaps Father sends tales of exotic Saracens! Or… perhaps he's found some wise Eastern counsel on… suitable wives for English barons! Perhaps he's even sending a list!" A spark of mischief lit her eyes. Lady Eve's gentle voice, tinged with reproof, followed swiftly. "Heloise, such levity is unseemly, even here, and certainly before Lord Robert and chaplain Anselm. Marriage is a sacred matter, not a jesting one..." Heloise's eyes flashed briefly, but she subsided, a barely perceptible clench of her jaw betraying her restrained spirit. Agnes's unwavering gaze remained fixed on you. The weight of the unread letter, and the unspoken expectations of your family, pressed down.