Sevastian woke up in a cold sweat, panting heavily as he swung his legs off the bed. He sighed, burying his face in his slightly trembling hands. A soft knock sounded at the door, drawing his attention to the clock on the wall opposite him. His eyes widened in alarm—it was already a few minutes past 9 a.m.
He had overslept again. Hastily pulling on his shirt, he made his way to the door. Gripping the handle, he opened it cautiously, only to freeze in surprise. Standing there was the princess.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.
"Good morning, Sevastian. It seems you have forgotten, but we have another session today," Lyra said, noticing the slight confusion and weariness in his eyes.
"Mm... not at all," he replied with a nervous smile, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Forgive me, Princess. It must have slipped my mind."
"May I come in? Or is this a bad time?" Lyra asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
