Eleonore’s POV

No one told me that breakfast was at 8 a.m. I assumed it would be early but after last night I had hoped we’d be sleeping in. Apparently not.

We all only got a few hours of sleep, so when Missael came to get me, he looked just as tired as I was. He handed me a bundle of clothes I could wear and then I followed him down to the dining room in a pair of slacks and a button-up.

They weren’t the right size, but they worked well enough for the ...