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---Skylar POV---
I woke to a bright and early morning; my bed was so warm and soft, it took me quite some time to gather the will to rise from its comforting embrace. Stretching my body languidly, I let out an unladylike yawn that echoed in the stillness of the room.
“Miss Sky, it’s time for you to wake up!” I heard Stella's voice gently nudging me from the edges of slumber.
I groaned in protest, making it painfully clear I wasn’t ready to part from my cocoon of warmth. She responded by giving me a gentle shake. “Miss Sky, you must get up. We need to have you dressed and ready. Your father will be terribly cross if he finds out you’re not prepared—we must leave soon to make it in time for the King’s audience.”
“Ahhh… so be it, Stella. But I still don’t understand why I have to ac
