Dila's eyelids fluttered open to a gentle, golden light. She blinked against the brightness, trying to focus on her surroundings.
She was lying in a broad four-poster bed, draped in heavy velvet curtains. The sheets were silk-soft, the pillows thick and plush. The room was unlike anything she remembered—stone walls polished smooth, glinting in the sunlight, and curtains lined with golden thread. The floor beneath her was marble, cool and shining, and a distant breeze slipped through the tall arched windows.
She shifted—and immediately regretted it. Pain shot through her body like fire.
"Ahh…!!" she gasped, clutching the sheets. "I can't move—my whole body hurts."
☆ "Welcome back, Master," ☆ Nari's gentle voice echoed in her mind.
Dila winced and groaned. "Voices… tone it down… it's too early…"
Nari giggled softly. ☆ "Hehe—sorry! Didn't want to startle you." ☆
Even in pain, a faint smile tugged at Dila's lips.
But as she looked around again, she frowned.
