Apphia's pov
After I open my eyes, I feel rested and refreshed. Drake tells me I fainted after placing my forehead against the cat. I vaguely recall a bright light surrounding the room before I lost consciousness. It was so strange. I glance at the feline curled up at the end of the bed in an elegant pose. She's sleeping peacefully now.
Drake escorts me to my room, and I carry the cat. She appears to be comfortable and has stopped shaking.
I sit on a large, fluffy white carpet in the bedroom, caressing the cat.
"Do you think they'll let me keep her?" I ask. I see no pets around the castle.
"Who's they?" Drake asks.
"I don't know. The royal family?" I say, unsure.
"I'm sure they wouldn't mind. And besides, I doubt it has a home," he shrugs.
"What should I name her?" I ask.
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