The morning light creeps through the heavy curtains, stabbing straight into Velira's skull. She groans, rolling over and dragging the blanket over her head. Her temples pound in rhythm with her heartbeat.
"Ugh… feels like my head's splitting," she mutters, voice hoarse. "I really shouldn't have drunk that much last night."
She forces herself to sit up, her hair sticking in tangled strands against her cheek. The room sways for a moment, the faint scent of wine still clinging to her breath.
A sudden knock rattles the door. Before Velira can even answer, it opens, and a young maid steps inside with a hurried curtsy. "Young lady, the lord is looking for you."
Velira blinks, trying to focus on the girl through the haze. "…Right now?"
"Yes, my lady. He said it's urgent."
Velira sighs, rubbing her eyes. "Alright… I'll go. Just… give me a minute to make myself look like I didn't spend the night at the bottom of a wine barrel."
