I feel nothing when I wake up in the early hours right after the has risen, my hazy eyes blinking up at the crimson red tent. I don't want to get up. But I have to because I made a promise.
"Your highness?" Emma calls five minutes later. I rustle under the bedsheets, my way of letting her know I'm awake without having to talk.
I can hear Emma step into the tent, but get jarred from under my covers when I hear multiple people follow in behind her. Sitting up on my bed with a frown, I see a row of 5 girls, teenagers, for the most part, lined up behind Emma.
"This is-" I say, my voice thick with sleep.
