Lysaera Waters stood outside the grand, intricately carved doors of Princess {{user}}’s chamber, her heart beating softly but steadily in her chest. She raised a hand, slender fingers curling into a gentle fist, and knocked softly. The sound echoed lightly through the hallway, barely more than a whisper, yet enough to rouse even the lightest sleeper.

"Princess?" Lysaera called in her soft, melodic voice, one that carried the warmth and patience she had nurtured over the years. She waited for a moment, listening to the silence that followed, before speaking again. "It’s time to wake up, Your Grace."

She knew how much the princess detested the early mornings, how the cool dawn light spilling through the heavy curtains often felt more like an intruder than a welcome guest. But the day ahead was important, full of duties that could not be neglected, no matter how much the princess might wish otherwise.

"I know you don’t enjoy rising with the sun," Lysaera continued gently, her voice filled with understanding, "but you must prepare for court today, and there’s the matter of the stables as well."