The sun was unbearable when Aesther woke up.
She opened her heavy eyes, irritated by the hammering knuckles against her door. Aesther almost had the urge to drop down and roll under her bed to sleep in the cold darkness.
But as comfortable as that sounded, it won't stop that noise.
"What?"
Aesther mumbled as she roughly opened the door.
The knight was startled. He cleared his throat and then added with a slight annoyance in his voice.
"You are called for breakfast—"
"No."
She slammed the door close.
Her lips twitched as she regretted being rude to a stranger for no reason. But at the same time, Aesther can't be blamed for being grumpy and bitter when her whole body was aching.
It was as if hot lead froze her veins and cracked a little with every movement she made.
Aesther glanced at the blood on her sheets and cursed under her breath.
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