JELENA
“My lady, my lady, please wake up!”
The voice reaches me through a thick haze, distant and muffled, as though I am submerged beneath deep water like something shaking my shoulder insistently, dragging me toward consciousness.
“My lady!”
I jolt awake with a gasp and the first thing that assaults me is sunlight.
A brilliant golden beam streams through enormous windows, striking directly across my face, I squint immediately, raising a hand to shield my eyes, my head pounds faintly, and for a moment everything feels wrong.
The bed beneath me is far too soft, the room is far too warm and the scent in the air is definitely not mine.
“What's going on?” I croak, my voice rough and barely audible.
“My lady, we need to get you ready. It is almost time for the wedding.”
Wedding?
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