FELDA
The Next Morning
Light crept into my chamber like a thief, dragging me awake against my will. I stretched lazily, my arms arching over my head, turning toward the faint rustle by the door.
“You’re awake. Good morning, Your Grace,” Emora's timid voice greeted me as she bowed.
I propped myself up slowly, my palms were pressed against the sheets. My eyes were narrowed at her. “What happened? Why are you here so early? Did I summon you? Or is it your new duty to wake me before I’ve even opened my eyes?”
The questions slipped sharp and fast, and I saw the flicker of fear in her gaze. Good. She should fear me.
“I… I’m sorry, Your Grace.” She bowed deeper. “I thought I should come early and prepare everything for you, so you wouldn’t stress yourself.”
My brows pinched together. “Why?
