There's something about the weight of the day that just passed.
So many revelations, all crammed into one long stretch of hours.
I slept—but tossed about, restless.
Scarlette, however? She slept like a log. Typical.
The sunlight crept through our window, casting soft lines across the bed. I was up before it fully claimed the room.
"What time is it, Ver…" Scarlette mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. "Can you close the curtain, please?"
I chuckled softly.
"Scar, we'll be eating breakfast soon," I reminded her, stretching. "The guards said the food is ready."
"Are the others there yet?" she grumbled, burying her face deeper into the pillow.
"Others?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"Lumera and Devran, silly…" she murmured, sitting up slowly, her eyes still squeezed shut. "The council, Ver…"
"Of course," I said, amused. "They'll be eating with us now that they actually live here."
I walked to the door, cracking it open to speak to the guard stationed outside.
