The next morning, the sun poured into my room, its rays striking my face with an intensity that made me squint.
Slowly, I pried my eyes open and found myself staring at the elderly woman who had intrusively entered my sanctuary to rouse me from sleep.
Unlike any considerate person would, she had opted for a rather forceful approach, shaking me as if I were a child unresponsive to her calls.
A sense of irritation bubbled within me as I wondered about her motivations—did she genuinely despise me, or was she simply following orders from her master, perhaps Roman? It seemed plausible that he could command such behavior, especially given our current animosity.
"Good morning," she greeted, her tone stern and unyielding as her sharp gaze bore into mine from beneath bushy brows. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest as if guarding some unseen treasure.
