Year of the Roses

Floral Season

Isla's bedroom

Altsas

Isla

MY EYES FLUTTER OPEN and I stare at the unfamiliar ceiling of white satin curtains. I blink.

Jolting upright, I try to take in my surroundings. Stony walls, dresser, silver chandelier, wooden closet and the bed I'm lying on.

Then all the events of the last few days comes crashing down on me. Sighing, I stretch and release an involuntary yawn.

After the princess had pushed her empty cup ...