She looked over at hearing her name, and went over to the table. A smile ghosted across her face as the chair moved out for her. He may not be her brother, but he was Merlin.
"Thank you, my lord," she said in a soft voice. Her hair was slightly messy, but dark as a rook's wing, and her face was sweet and still had the rounded softness of a young girl.
She sat down, spreading her skirts to fall over her ankles.