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Ivory woke up in the orangish light that crossed her open window. She wondered what was wrong, and why the sunrise seemed like a sunset. She rubbed her eyes, but the color of the light did not change.
Suddenly, her stomach growled loudly, so she stood up from the bed. She combed her long, silky silver hair, then dashed out of the room.
As soon as she went downstairs, Anne greeted her while she was mixing on the cauldron. "Dear, did you rest well?" she tasted a bit of the food using a wooden ladle, "Perfect! Our supper's done," and she started putting off the fire.
"Supper… What? I slept for too long!" Ivory sat on the dining chair and looked around, "Where are my Servants?"
"They'll be back soon. Gordon took them for a hunt to celebrate your victory."
"But mother, I still haven't won the grand finals."
Anne giggled, "Oh, Ivory. Becoming the winner in your section is also worth celebrating for."
