The soft knock on the door early in the morning startled Elis, who was in the midst of serving Calis's medicine. Setting down the tray, she approached the entrance, curious to see who was seeking entry.
"Who is it?" she asked, her voice echoing through the wooden, pristine white door.
"It's me, Prince Kiev," came the reply from the other side.
Elis paused for a moment, processing.
"Please wait a moment. Her Highness Princess Callis is getting ready," she informed him.
"Noted," Kiev responded patiently.
Elis made her way to the dressing room, where Jessy was assisting the Mederian Princess in combing her long, silken white hair. Callis had woken up early, feeling refreshed after a restful night's sleep, thanks to the medicine she had taken. She had recovered from her fever and the skin of the injured area has improved.
"Your Highness, His Highness Prince Kiev is outside," Elis reported to the princess.
