CLARA'S POV
I lay in bed, eyes closed, trying not to think about everything. Then a soft knock echoed through the room.
"Your Majesty… may I come in?" a gentle, unfamiliar voice asked.
"Yes," I answered, curiosity prickling at me.
The door opened, and a young maid stepped in. Long orange hair framed her face, green eyes wary but polite. She pushed a tray forward.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," she said as she set the food down.
I realized then that I hadn't eaten in two days, though the fear and pain from recent events had pushed it from my mind. My stomach growled as I picked up the food. The first bite was heavenly. Then another. And another. I ate like someone starved for weeks, almost crying with relief at each delicious mouthful. I must have looked like a wild animal, tearing into the chicken, shoving handfuls into my mouth.
Finally, I leaned back, wiped my mouth, and sighed. "Ahh…"
"Are you done, Your Majesty?" the maid asked.
