Aurora woke up before sunrise.

Her body still ached from the long journey to Tron, her muscles too tense for how little they had done. The room was silent, but the buzz of the castle was already beginning to echo through the corridors.

She dressed in the clothes left on the armchair: pants too loose, blouse too tight. They didn't match. Not with each other, nor with her. Still, she tied her hair as Samira had taught her, took a deep breath, and went down to the ...