"My lady," Dahlia's soft voice caressed Aylin's ear as she shook Aylin's body gently, trying to wake her up. "My lady, my lady, you need to wake up."
"Hmm," Aylin murmured, turning her back to Dahlia.
"My lady, please get up. It's time for your training," Dahlia's voice carried a sense of urgency as she continued to rouse Aylin from her slumber. The room was still cloaked in the early morning darkness; the crisp air wafted through the open windows, carrying with it the scent of dew-kissed flowers.
Aylin's eyes fluttered open, and she peered at Dahlia with a mix of reluctance and curiosity. "Training? Already?" she mumbled, her voice husky with sleep.
Dahlia nodded, her eyes filled with unwavering determination. "Yes, my lady. The first rays of dawn are breaking, and Lady Rhea said it is best to train at the break of dawn."
