The room was filled with the soft light of dawn, which cast shadows on the elaborate tapestries that hung on the walls. At this time of day, it was strange to hear people moving around outside her room. Cassiopeia woke up and her eyes, which were brown, fluttered open. She was smiling, so maybe she had been dreaming of something nice. or a person.
However, as she tried to sit up, the door to her chamber opened, revealing a silhouette she hadn't expected to see this early, or in this context: Saravannah. Or at least, the woman who bore her likeness.
"My dear," began Saravannah, her tone dripping with maternal sweetness. "I thought you could use a hearty breakfast to start the day."
On a table was a big tray with a bunch of foods that smelled delicious. Cassiopeia's stomach growled in ans
