Princess Loaisa felt much better than ever. The pain was gone. The burden weighing her down was gone. Her face was dried with tears. Her chest was full and warm. Drifting her eyes open, she confirmed the familiar scent of chamomile tea in the air when she found the familiar intricate design of her room ceiling. The curtain by the window was parted open, blessing a golden yellow ray in the room, reaching the comforter draped across her body. She pulled it closer to her body and sighed. It always felt wonderful to wake up in the afternoon while the sun was setting, refreshing than when she woke up late in the morning. Still, Princess Loaisa used to waking up early in the morning as the Queen was stern to have everyone complete in the dining for breakfast.
She let out another long sigh and
