Soraya's POV
Morning light slipped quietly through the thin curtains, brushing softly against my eyes.
For a moment, I lay still, listening.
Jenny was still asleep on the other side of the bed, one arm flung protectively over Liam, who was curled against her like a tiny kitten. His breathing was slow and steady. Peaceful.
I sighed.
That peace would not last long in this palace.
Carefully, I rose from the bed without waking them and crossed the room quietly. I paused by the window for a heartbeat, letting the cool air clear the heaviness in my chest from last night's events.
Too much had happened.
Too much was still coming.
I turned back and moved to Jenny's side. "Jenny," I whispered softly, shaking her shoulder lightly. "Wake up."
She groaned and buried her face in the pillow. "Soraya… it's too early… even the sun is still tired…"
I suppressed a smile. "It seems you've forgotten your place in the palace," I teased gently. "We're not guests here. We're here to work."
