TIARA THORNELLS
We went to bed early that night so that I could be in good condition for tomorrow. I wanted to feel well-rested, both in body and mind. When morning came, the first thing that greeted me was the soft glow of sunlight seeping through every window of the bedchamber. The warm light touched the walls and danced across the curtains, giving the room a calm and golden hue.
Outside, I could hear the gentle flutter of wings and the cheerful calls of birds perched somewhere along the tower roof. Their distant songs echoed faintly through the stone walls, blending with the quiet hum of the morning breeze.
I glanced toward the clock and realized it was already six o’clock. When I turned my head to the side, the space beside me was empty. Prince Zatan was no longer there. The sheets
