FELDA

The Next Morning

Light crept into my chamber like a thief, dragging me awake against my will. I stretched lazily, my arms arching over my head, turning toward the faint rustle by the door.

“You’re awake. Good morning, Your Grace,” Emora's timid voice greeted me as she bowed.

I propped myself up slowly, my palms were pressed against the sheets. My eyes were narrowed at her. “What happened? Why are you here so early? Did I summon you? Or is it your new duty to wake me before ...