Alora POV
Someone throws the curtains open in my room, and I squint against the morning light. I did manage to fall asleep, but it feels like it was only moments ago. My eyes struggle to stay open.
"Good morning, Princess," Evanora chirps happily.
I must say her attitude does not match her appearance. She is shrouded in dark robes, and the black on her fingertips is spreading up her hands.
"Good morning," I sigh.
She tips a glass with purple liquid to my lips. I don't bother to fight. Even though it is bitter, I know it will help me move. I swallow it down and wait. I start by wiggling my toes, then my feet. Soon, my whole body is free of the magical prison.
"How much longer do I have to drink this?" I ask, sitting up in the bed.
"That is a question for the traitor,"
