Maera was already in Lillia’s room when she woke the next morning.
“Good morning, my lady,” Maera smiled gently. “Did you sleep well?”
Lillia sat up slowly and stretched, a soft yawn escaping her as she rubbed her eyes. Her hair stuck out in every direction.
“Gu’mornin…” She murmured thickly.
“I tried.”
Then she fell back against the pillows with a dramatic sigh.
Did she sleep well?
Lillia searched her mind and found nothing. There were no dreams. No rest. Just blackness, and beneath it, a gnawing hunger that made her stomach tighten.
“I’m starving.” She curled around a pillow, burying her face into the sheets.
“It’s only normal,” Maera replied fondly. “You barely touched your lunch yesterday, and skipped dinner entirely."
Lillia groaned. But as her full consciousness settled
