I awoke to the fumbling of wood on the floor. My eyes fluttered open to the streaming sunlight that had entered through the glass windows. I yawned and stretched, feeling the fatigue of the past days drain away from my body. It felt nice to sleep on a soft mattress again, so much that I dipped into slumber the second I laid to bed last night. For how long I slept, I wondered.
"Did I wake you up?" asked a voice from the side.
I immediately jolted into a sitting position, astounded to hear the voice of my father first thing in the morning. I expected him, of course, to come here after I had sent him that letter—but not this fast. The night before I hit the covers, I wrote to him about Yuno, pleading him to overlook her crimes for the sake of the empire's well-being.
"F-father… good morning." I said, my eyes widening—no doubt, there was still sleep in my eyes.
