Violet's POV
I woke to soft morning light filtering through the tall windows of my new private solar. The room still felt slightly foreign, larger than anything I had ever known, with heavy velvet drapes, a grand four-poster bed carved with moon phases, and a balcony overlooking the eastern gardens.
I sat up slowly, the silk sheets pooling around my waist. For the first time in weeks, I allowed myself a small, private smile.
The changes were impossible to ignore.
When I rang the small silver bell beside my bed, two maids entered almost immediately. They bowed deeper than they ever had before, not the shallow, reluctant dips of the early days, but full, respectful inclinations of the head and shoulders. Their eyes stayed lowered until I spoke.
"Good morning, Luna Violet," the older one said softly. "Shall we prepare your bath and breakfast?"
I nodded. "Yes. The usual."
