Elaria‘s POV
A soft knock at the door stirred me from sleep. Groggy and disoriented, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and pushed myself up from the bed.
“Come in,” I groaned, stretching my arms over my head.
The door creaked open, and a few maids entered silently.
“Good morning,” I greeted them with a faint smile.
They nodded in response, but none of them spoke.
I remained still as they assisted me with my morning wash and helped me into a new outfit, a soft pink dress that clung gently to my skin and brightened my complexion. I hardly spoke, still weighed down by the heaviness of the night before.
“Mr. Alaric requests your presence for breakfast,” one of the maids finally said as she fastened the last button on my dress.
I blinked, surprised. “I thought he already left.”
“Not yet,
