"Princess Soleia, why are you sleeping here?" Ralph asked worriedly as he shook Soleia's shoulder gently.
Soleia groaned into her hands at the rude wakeup call, before she realized she had a painful crick in her neck from sleeping awkwardly on the couch. "Ouch, my neck…" She complained, rubbing it carefully.
"Princess?" Sir Ralph prompted, and Soleia realized that in addition to concern, she could detect the faintest upset in his eyes. She could only blink in surprise.
"Has something happened?"
"You should be the one answering that question," Sir Ralph said, crossing his arms. "Why are you not sleeping on your bed? Why was your door open?"
"I must have fallen asleep. I was going to the infirmary, but then I got tired. Don't look so worried― I felt a lot better after my nap!" Soleia said, hastily reassuring Sir Ralph, whose frown only grew more pronounced at her words.
