Chapter 11: Comfort Soup.
Elizabeth's POV
"Tweet! Tweet!"
…
Agh… is it morning already? I hear chirping.
"Rise and shine, your highness. It's already morning and you need to get dressed."
Victoria's voice rang through my ears as I slightly groaned in displeasure at her cheerful tone so early in the morning.
Shhhk!
I could hear the curtains being pushed to the side, the sunlight peaks in through to say good morning but I wasn't feeling like getting up.
"Nngh…"
I yawned covering my mouth as I stretched my arms up into the air, glancing around my room.
My room was nothing special, almost everything was themed after white. The country believes white is pure, so surely my room must be pure as well.
"..." My head is still fuzzy but I took the effort and tried getting up from the soft bed.
Victoria must've laid me here after all that talking last night. She never did tell me what her life was back then in her hometown or what food she ate.
I want to know more about her.
