EVELARA
When I woke up, the first thing I felt was warmth. No, not the sunlight— but something heavier, thicker than usual… And I was right, it was a quilt made of silk.
The bed beneath me was soft enough to swallow me whole, the sheets smelling faintly of rain and roses—quite unlike the hospital bed, it was more like…
Wait—where am I?
I opened my eyes slowly.
The ceiling above me was not the sterile white commonly found in hospitals. Instead, it was crafted from marbles, adorned with painted constellations, and featured the royal crest in silver at its center. The curtains were partially drawn, allowing the morning light to gently filter through sheer ivory drapes.
My chest constricted. This wasn’t the hospital.This was the royal palace.
I bolted right up, way too h
