Caroline was already up. She had even personally made breakfast for the three of them.

At the sound of footsteps, she emerged from the kitchen, still wearing an apron.

“Morning, Caroline. You made breakfast? The cooks could have handled it. Your injuries aren’t fully healed yet. You should still be resting.”

Caroline smiled. “It’s fine. I can manage light tasks, and it isn’t hard to make breakfast.”

Today, she was going to register her marriage, and she was peppy from the joy of it.

Indeed,