ELARA’S POV
My clothes had all been folded and put away—most of what I had brought myself was tossed. As I scanned them, I was given new, fresh clothes that seemed ideally in my size. But I managed to keep a couple of favorite shirts despite their little holes.
I was running my hand over some silky nightgowns when a knock at my door interrupted me. I sauntered over, flinging it open to see someone new I didn’t recognize. A younger girl. She held a tray of food, staring down at the ground. “Queen Elara, I have your dinner.”
I reached for the tray to say something, but she bustled around me. “Let me set this up for you,” she said.
I watched as she glided over to the small table in the corner, set the food down, and started to arrange everything for me. I walked over slowly, eyeing what s
