Chapter fifty seven
Sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, painting playful patterns on the bedroom floor. The birdsong that filled the air was a far cry from the chaotic symphony of emotions that had kept me awake the previous night. With a deep breath, I sat up, the remnants of my dreams fading like morning mist.
Today was a new day, and with it came a renewed sense of purpose. Duties as a princess awaited, and burying myself under the avalanche of anxieties wouldn't solve anything. Pushing myself out of bed, I walked towards the window, the morning breeze carrying the sweet scent of blooming roses.
A knock on the door startled me. "Come in," I called out, a hint of hope flickering in my chest.
The door opened to reveal a small smile playing on Damian's lips. "Good morning," he greeted, his voice carrying the gentle lilt he used whenever he knew I needed a pick-me-up.
"Good morning," I responded, returning his smile. "Did you sleep well?"