Alexa

I dragged my feet in the floppy flip-flap slippers as I unlocked the door.

“Greetings, Luna,” she greeted as I widened the door for her to enter, locking it behind her.

I watched as she pushed the trolley to a halt close to my bed.

Just who I needed to see.

“Your Majesty, here’s a list of dishes that were specially prepared for you,” she smiled as she started counting, her fingers gesturing to each food. So far, her finger was at the seventh dish, though I was lost and didn’t ...