Abrielle didn't know the last time she slept so well since the night of the victory banquet. Her limbs felt heavy and sore, the kind of exhaustion that sank deep into her bones.
That was how she spent out she felt. Abrielle heard light clinking sounds causing her to stir awake. Her eyes immediately fell on the side table beside her bed opposite the window. She saw a familiar figure she hadn't seen in a while by her bed.
"Evelyn," she called out. Her brows furrowed. Abrielle was surprised to see Evelyn here. How did she even get to this room? She wondered. Her head felt fuzzy and the last thing she remembered was talking to Aurelius in front of the door while waiting for the emperor to attend to Cedric's injuries.
Evelyn heard Abrielle, her shoulders stiffened for a bit before she glanced at her. "Your highness, you are finally awake." She chimed. Abrielle struggled to sit up. Her back was being supported by the headboard
