The morning sun filtered through the large windows of Damien's suite, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. Annie stretched her stiff limbs, trying to shake off the remnants of an uneasy sleep. Ryan was still curled up besides her, his small body rising and falling with each peaceful breath.
Just as she started to relax, there was a firm knock on the door. Annie blinked in surprise and hurried to answer it, her heart pounding slightly. Standing at the threshold were two young women, dressed in neat uniforms. They both gave Annie polite smiles, though their presence felt somewhat formal.
"Good morning," one of them said, her voice chipper yet controlled. "We've been sent to assist you with getting dressed and to help take care of young Master Ryan."
Annie stared at them, bewildered. "Help me get dressed? Look after Ryan?" she repeated, glancing back at the room, where Ryan was still tucked in bed, oblivious to the intrusion. "I don't need help with that."
