"Good morning, Luna."
Mitchell's voice cut gently through the quiet, bright and high walls of the room as she moved toward the windows. She drew the curtains back in one smooth motion.
Sunlight poured into the room immediately.
Aire groaned softly, turning her face slightly into the pillow as the light hit her eyes.
"It's too early," she murmured.
"It is not," Mitchell replied lightly. "It is a perfectly reasonable hour for a Luna."
Aire opened one eye, then the other.
The room slowly came into focus.
She stared at the soft drape of the curtains, and the polished floor. She softly inhaled the faint scent of oils and fresh linen lingering in the air.
She pushed herself up slowly. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders as she sat up.
Madam's voice came from the closet.
"King Elijah has requested tea with you before breakfast."
Aire blinked.
She turned her head slightly toward the sound.
