Celeste couldn't sleep. The whole situation was bizarre. She finally had a nice soft and comfortable bed that felt as if it was made up of clouds. She had a pillow under her head, instead of the cold damp ground. She wasn't covered in dirt or grime anymore, she had scrubbed her skin raw and her hair had been washed twice. Still, she felt like tiny insects were crawling all over her. She had stayed in the hot water for a long time. A maid helped her get dressed into a light, lavender-colored tunic and pants.
Well, at least no one expected her to change into a gown. The servants had brought her food too before they left. Celeste had gobbled it up as fast as she could before jumping into the bed. It had been an hour since then, soft sunlight streamed in through the curtains. No matter how
