Seraphina's POV
Things only dawned on me earlier after I woke up. It surely isn't the same as what it used to be. My room exudes a lavish lifestyle filled with glitter, diamonds, and gold. With a series of servants serving me. It feels good, but at the same time, it feels erring.
"Breakfast is ready in the dining hall, Empress, and the Emperor is waiting for you," the servant announced.
She then took the lead. And because I already understood the rules, I never spoke to her again, fearful of being a snob. It hurts to speak, but they don't reply as if I'm talking to the wind, particularly given they have mouths but wouldn't want to answer. I might just get irritated and stitch their lips shut permanently.
"Good morning, Ember. How was your sleep?" Niccolo asked.
"It was fine."
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