Gala woke up with a loud knock on the door of her chamber. She stretched out lazily on her bed with her eyes still half-closed. She remembers all that happened with Thrarumli's coronation last night vaguely.
She got off her bed and walked towards the door with her eyes still closed, not caring what she looked like at the moment.
"Gala... did I wake you up?" Alvaro reluctantly asked her when she opened the door.
When she heard Alvaro's familiar voice, she felt like she had been thrown with cold water. Her eyes immediately flung open, and she stared at Alvaro with wide eyes.
"Alvaro!" She exclaimed in panic as she tried to rake her hair with her hands. She turned her back on him and even frantically wiped her face with her hands, making sure that there were no spots of dried-up saliva in the corner of her mouth. Lastly, she put her hand on her mouth and tried to blow on it as she sniffed her own breath.
'Not so terrible.'
