Elora stirred with furrowed brows, disturbed by the ruckus downstairs. She buried her face in the pillow and went back to sleep, while Thorn wasn't so lucky. He was a light sleeper, so he was easily woken by the noise.
He yawned, sitting up as his gaze fell on the closed window, where a filter of sunlight shone through the edges.
"It's already morning," Thorn murmured, then turned to Elora, who was buried beneath the bedcovers, sleeping undisturbed.
He dared not wake her, or he might be thrown against the wall like that unlucky maid he was fortunate to witness.
It was better that she woke naturally, and with that thought, he got out of bed to get ready for the day and find out what was causing all the noise downstairs.
Once he walked out of the room, he met Nalia, who was also leaving her room.
"Good morning, your royal highness." Nalia bowed in greeting. With no one around, she didn't bother concealing his status.
