A soft breeze drifted through the slightly parted curtains, carrying with it the scent of morning dew. The air was still, peaceful, the kind of quiet that only came in the early hours before the world fully stirred.
Raelynn blinked awake slowly, her eyes adjusting to the brightness. The sheets felt soft against her skin, the plush pillows cradling her head. A faint soreness lingered in her foot, but it was dull now, manageable.
She turned her head slightly, her hair splaying across the pillow, and for a moment, she simply lay there, listening to the muffled sounds of birds outside and the distant, rhythmic hum of footsteps somewhere in the mansion.
