It was the resounding chirping of birds that woke her. It wasn't a very loud noise, but what was normally a beautiful sound, felt rather annoying. It was as though it was forcing her to come out of her slumber.
Her eyes slowly opened, the ray of sunlight was blinding causing her to shut them close once again. When she opened them once more, her vision at first was blurred, but then slowly, very slowly, it began to clear.
The first thing that caught her eyes was the familiar chandelier that hung from the ceiling, then her gaze came down a little lower and they met an image she was so used to seeing every morning. It was the portrait of the very young prince Barak. Her eyes that were clear quickly became blurry again as tears welled up in her eyes, her breathing became strained as she tried to hold back the sobs that were about to burst.
