(At imperial Palace)
I flop facedown onto my bed the exact millisecond we step into my chambers, letting out a long, pathetic groan. "Pheww... I am so incredibly tired, and so, so hungry," I murmur into the plush mattress, my limbs feeling like lead.
Knock, knock.
A gentle rap at the door is followed by Elin's soft, familiar voice. "Your Highness?" She glides into the room, balancing a silver tray stacked with a mountain of steaming, delicious-smelling food.
"Oh, Elin! What would I ever do without you?!" I cheer, immediately rolling over and sitting up as she sets the tray down on the table.
"It is very good to see you returned safely, Your Highness," she says with a polite bow.
"Ahh, Elin, you have no idea," I say, practically floating over to the table and digging into the food. "I missed your cooking so much! You always bring it at the exact perfect time."
