Larissa's POV.
It's morning again.
I'm still asleep when a knock sounded on the door and woke me up. Footsteps followed closely. “Good morning, Your Highness!”
My lashes fluttered. Slowly, I sat up on the bed and yawned.
And then my gaze falls on Ziandra as she walked past for the washroom humming a song. “Good morning, Zia...” My voice is inaudible.
I slug out of bed and walked to the dressing table.
Yawning again, I sat on the chair. I go staring at my reflection in the mirror as my small adventure last night comes crashing into my head.... about those rooms that have bars for doors.
Now I'm curious to know what could be behind those bars.
“Your Highness.” I straightened to find Zia reappearing from the washroom. “Your bath water is ready.”
“Thank you,” I said. And then I broug
