TIARA THORNELLS
I had such a good sleep. Despite the many things cluttering my mind, my rest was long and deep. My consciousness had already awakened, but I kept my eyes closed. That’s when I noticed my room felt unusually warm. Just a while ago, I would wake up shivering from the cold, but I had been too sleepy and lazy to get up and stoke the fireplace.
Suddenly, Randolf came to mind, and I opened my eyes immediately, turning toward the fireplace. My eyes widened slightly when I saw a dark presence standing near it was Prince Zatan.
He was facing the roaring fire, which was the real source of light in the entire room, accompanied only by a few candles flickering atop the table.
“Prince... Zatan? Have you been here long?” I asked hoarsely as I slowly sat up in bed. “What time did you
