The next morning Summer woke up with a start, "Don't imprison me!" She shrieked and sat upright only to realise that she had been dreaming. "I wish it doesn't come true, god knows why he has called me to the palace..." She sighed and looked towards the windows. The room had become stuffy since she had not left the windows open the whole night, hence feeling suffocated Summer went towards the windows and pushed open them.
"What's Evita's father doing out there?" She yawned and wondered as the old man fed the horses.
"You finally woke up? Should I prepare your lunch then?" Arcilla said as she walked into Summer's room.
"Lunch? Ha-ha is that all that you ever say? Should I get you supper, should I send the breakfast, should I make lunch....Jeez you really need a change of job," Summer shoo
