As the sunlight crept into my window, I sat upright, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands. Last night was one hell of a night, I thought, yawning deeply.
As I stretched out the lingering sleepiness, Namarie hopped up onto the bed, purring softly. I reached over, running my hand along her silky fur, and she nudged her head into my palm, as if sensing I needed a little comfort this morning.
"Morning, troublemaker," I murmured, scratching behind her ears. She responded with a louder purr, settling into my lap like she owned the place—which, let's be honest, she probably thought she did.
There was a soft knock on my door and before I could respond, the door creaked open, and my maid slipped inside. Her hands were clasped nervously in front of her, and her eyes darted around the room, never quite meeting mine. I could practically feel the tension radiating from her, though she kept her expression carefully blank.
