Hazel shifted her shoulder slightly, feeling the weight of Daedric's head resting there for over three hours. Her body ached from staying in the same position, and she longed for a moment of reprieve. Carefully, she eased herself down onto the mattress, her eyes fluttering shut as she sought a brief rest.
Her moment of respite was interrupted by the soft knock of a servant at the door.
"Miss Hazel, His Highness the Crown Prince has summoned you," the servant announced in a respectful tone.
Hazel's eyes opened abruptly, and she sat up, smoothing down the wrinkles in her gown.
"Where can I find His Highness's quarters?" she asked, her voice steady despite the lingering fatigue.
"If you'd allow me, miss, I shall guide you," the servant replied with a slight bow.
