>>Ophelia
I was drifting into a peaceful slumber, the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting delicate patterns on the walls of my chamber. The tranquility of the night was soothing, and I felt myself slipping into a deep, restful sleep.
Suddenly, a frantic knock on my door shattered the stillness. I groaned, irritation flaring as I reluctantly pulled myself from the comfort of my bed. "What is it?" I called out, my voice laced with annoyance.
The door creaked open, and Lena, my maid, rushed in, her face flushed and eyes wide with urgency. "Your Highness, I'm sorry to wake you, but you need to hear this."
I sat up, glaring at her. "This had better be good, Lena. I was just about to sleep."
Lena stepped closer, a gleam of excitement in her eyes. "You'll like the news I brought, Your Highness. It's about the saints—Saint Amber and Saint Illaris."
My annoyance melted away, replaced by curiosity. "Go on," I said, my tone sharp with interest.
