Three days later
Maya slowly became aware of her surroundings. Her head lay on something soft, but it didn't feel like a pillow.
A warm hand lightly caressed her face, and she could hear voices—voices she didn't recognize.
"My liege," Rudor cried. He was dressed in black breeches and black boots. He wore a silk shirt that matched the color of his gray hair.
"What is it, Rudor?" Azura replied dismissively as she moved the hair out of her daughter's face. Maya's head lay in her lap.
"You haven't moved from that spot in three days. You have just sat on the bed by the window with the princess' head on your legs since we arrived in Triderine."
"No, I have moved. Don't be absurd, Rudor."
"Only six times because you had to use the washroom, and your last meal was yesterday."
