Electra's POV
By the time Irina, Roxana, and Penelope were finally done scrubbing and sweeping every inch of the courtyard, the sun was already dipping behind the rooftops, the sky had that pink tint it only ever got right before dinner, and my stomach was already making embarrassing noises.
We were supposed to head back to our rooms, but Roxana, with dirt still smudged across her cheek, had looked over at us and said, "Honestly? I'm starving, and I'm not walking another step unless it's toward food."
No one argued, and not even Penelope, who was usually the first to suggest a bath before a meal, and as for me? I didn't say a word, I just followed them.
It had been a long day, and all I really wanted was to sit down, eat something warm, and maybe, maybe, feel normal for five minutes. Then I'd go back to my room and check on Seraphina.
