The early morning light filtered through the curtains, gently rousing Ophelia from her slumber.
Despite the lingering headache, a testament to the wine-infused conversations of the previous night, a sense of determination fueled her.
The call of duty awaited beyond the manor walls, and Rosewood Village beckoned with its own set of responsibilities.
With a decisive exhale, Ophelia swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the cool touch of the chamber's floor a sharp contrast to the warmth of the covers.
She moved faster and dressed up in comfortable pants paired with a simple long-sleeved shirt and black boots, perfect for riding a horse on their journey to Rosewood Village.
When she went to the front of the manor, a few of her knights were already there, waiting for her. And without any further delay, she mounted the horse before her tanned knight, Zaden, mounted after her.
