Serenya’s POV
I was dreaming of something, but I can’t remember what. But then came the knock.
Three soft taps. Polite, but firm.
My eyes snapped open. Dawn light hadn’t even fully spilled across the ceiling. I rubbed the sleep from my face and rolled over, blinking at the faint glow behind my curtains. My body screamed to ignore it, but the knock came again.
“Ma’am,” a voice whispered from the hallway. “Madam Adira requests your presence in the kitchen.”
I sat up slowly, disoriented. Kitchen?
“For what?” I croaked, voice scratchy from sleep.
“She didn’t say.”
Of course she didn’t.
I dressed in silence, dragging on a robe over a simple cotton top and leggings. My skin felt tight with sleep and leftover anxiety from the night before. I ran a comb through my hair, not bothering to f
