|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
I was interrupted from my relaxing slumber when I felt someone move beside me. But when I remembered that the movement might be from my handmaiden that was trying to fix some things on my bed, I didn’t bother opening my eyes. I let the heavy lids of my eyes shut as I hugged the soft quilt wrapping my n***d body. I was even grinning, wondering why my handmaiden changed my comforter, the fabric of my mattress, and even my pillows too, so soon. I remember she just changed it two days ago. The scent has changed. Yet, for some reason, it was strangely familiar.
My eyes were still shut for a few minutes, enjoying the serene atmosphere of my room. I might say that this was the first time I felt this kind of comfort in bed. Yet...every second that passes, my for
