Isla
MY EYES FLUTTER OPEN and I stare at the unfamiliar ceiling of white satin curtains. I blink.
Jolting upright, I try to take in my surroundings. Stony walls, dresser, silver chandelier, wooden closet and the bed I'm lying on.
Then all the events of the last few days comes crashing down on me. Sighing, I stretch and release an involuntary yawn.
After the princess had pushed her empty cup into my hand and made a dash for the exit, I had also followed suit and retired for the night. The Duchess had given me a room just next to the Princess'.
I swing my legs off the bed and slip them into the pair of soft slippers made out of a material I can't identify. Just I'm about to cross the room and enter the bathroom to wash up, the large wooden door swings open with a creak.
"Good morning."
