By the time Oriana had finished reading the book on Divine Beasts, the clock had already struck noon. Her diligent chambermaid, Ana, entered the study and kindly informed her, "Your Highness, a meal has been prepared for you."
Oriana stifled a yawn, feeling an unexpected weariness wash over her. She couldn't help but wonder, 'Why am I suddenly so fatigued after perusing just one book? Could it have been that uninteresting? I don't believe so. After all, I've had the privilege of delving into the lore of Dragons. Perhaps a meal will revive my spirits.'
Acknowledging Ana with a subtle nod, Oriana gracefully rose from her chair.
Once Oriana had a meal, she felt better but she still felt lazy and sleepy.
"Your Highness, are you feeling unwell?" Ana inquired, noting Oriana's sluggish movements.
Oriana, while making her way toward her private chambers, responded wearily, "Just a little tired and lack of sleep. I shall rest for a while."
