Mira swung her feet out of bed reluctantly, managed to find her way to the bathroom with one eye open, and finally landed up in the kitchen dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a well-laundered blue blouse that once might have been cerulean, and a worn pair of carpet slippers.
As the sparkling auburn hair swirled around her, she made something for herself to eat and then decided to have a chat with her sister, Daphne, who seemed more distant than ever.
Knock! knock! knock!
She knocked on Nora's door in her private chamber, where she was sure the king wouldn't be.
As Daphne answered the knock, she also reluctantly went to open it, still half asleep. "Hello, Mira. How can I help you?"
Mira's face widened with alarm as she realized she hadn't been invited in, “Has it gotten to that? You don
