Violet
I must have sunk deeper into sleep than I intended, because when the knock came, it didn’t sound real at first and felt more like it was happening in some echoing hallway inside my dream rather than just outside my door.
I groaned, rolled onto my side, and dragged the blanket higher over my head.
“Please… not now,” I mumbled, my voice thick and hoarse from exhaustion. “Let me sleep.”
Silence followed, and for a few blissful seconds, I thought whoever it was had taken the hint. Mom probably. My body loosened again into the mattress, heavy, boneless, grateful.
Then another knock came, firmer, but still polite.
“Miss Violet?”
The voice was unfamiliar. Certainly not my mom nor any maids at my pack though we didn’t have a habit of waking people up early in the morning.
I blinked
