As the serene reddish orange rays of the brilliant morning sun hit her face, Anaerah's eyelids twitched.
Slowly, they opened, revealing two dark azure orbs that seemed to carry a quiet charm within them, so mystique that one may drown in them.
"Ahh… I wanna sleep more," she muttered weakly, her voice heavy with deep sleep.
Still, she somehow forced herself to sit up. Though, her head drooped almost immediately, eyes slipping shut again as drowsiness pulled her back.
She swayed slightly, almost on the edge of going back to sleep however just then, as if the heaven's itself has demanded it. The large gate's of her room burst opened.
Creak.
The door to her chambers opened. Instantly Anaerah's head snapped up, looking at who had come into her room.
She watched as Cynthia entered, followed by a few maids carrying whatever in their hands.
'Ahhh… I hate noble life…' she groaned internally.
Cynthia stepped forward, her smile being as bright and energetic as the morning sun itself.
