Isla’s POV
I was awoken by servants opening the door to my make-shift room. I shot up with a gasp.
They filed in, one of them bringing in an armful of clothes. They brought a tray of water and some food. The one with clothes dropped them on the floor next to the door.
“Dress. Then the guards will escort you.” One of them said.They left as quickly as they arrived. I heard the door lock from the outside.
Alone again, I stretched. I thought I’d feel worse after such a wild night. But the healers work was strong. I felt fully restored.
Physically that is. Their healing did not work mentally, unfortunately. I dressed in a pair of linen pants, with a fitted long sleeve shirt. I ate my small breakfast of oatmeal and an apple.
I dragged my feet, I was in no hurry to fin
