I woke to the sound of my front door creaking open, my eyes automatically snapping open. My initial reaction is to roll and get into a defensive position, but the stark difference between my bedroom to the frozen forests or barracks that I usually sleep in confuses me for almost a good minute. By the time everything registers, the pitter patter of maids has already entered the living room of my suite, their voices low but clear enough to hear what they’re saying.
“The Princess has dinner with the King and his family tonight. She has to start preparing soon.”
“Start the bath.”
“Bring in the food.”
“Have the make up ready.”
My eyes went to the digital clock beside my bed. Two in the afternoon. I have been asleep all day. It’s so unlike me, but the sole culprit for that is this divine be
