The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm golden hue over the guest room. It was already past ten when soft yawns and the rustle of blankets filled the air. Mireya rubbed her eyes sleepily, her hair sticking up in all directions, while Maxen blinked in confusion, trying to figure out why the room felt brighter than usual.
"Morning, sleepyheads," Hugo said with a teasing smile as he stood by the doorway, his voice low but cheerful. He held a tray of breakfast—freshly made pancakes, scrambled eggs, and warm milk. "You two must've been really tired after all that fun yesterday."
Maxen grinned sheepishly, sitting up. "We rode so many roller coasters, Brother Hugo… my head still feels funny."
Mireya giggled, stretching her arms. "I told you not to go on the spinning ride three times!"
