Isla finally stirred awake.
She rubbed her eyes open as she yawned deeply, her blurry vision gradually returning as she stretched her arms. Her shoulders cracked lightly with the motion.
The first thing she noticed was the sunlight, bright rays filtered gently through the window.
"Did I oversleep?" she said out loud.
She paused briefly. Something felt… off. This room was far too clean and too orderly to be hers.
"…Wait…"
Her breath quickened.
"Where am I?"
Panic set in as she hurriedly searched through her memory.
Last night, she had gone to visit Sir Elion late into the night, and they had talked for a bit after she tried to leave, but then…
Her eyes widened.
"What happened after…?"
Her face flushed a deep red.
"It can't be…" she whispered.
Her mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion, the kind of situation that always happened in the romance novels she secretly read, the grave mistake every female protagonist seemed destined to make.
"No, no, no...."
