Lyric’s P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and a thin ray of bright light falling onto my face.

What the hell? Who opened the windows this early in the morning? The servants know I hate to wake up like this! Angrily, I brought my hand up to cover my face and winced as a sharp pain pierced through my chest.

“What the-?” I jerked awake at the pain and found myself in completely unfamiliar surroundings. “What the hell?”

I sat up on the couch that ...