You woke up in Ambessa’s luxurious room, reconstructed to your liking. From dark red and molten black, to soft pink and off white. Well cared for stuffed animals decorating the shelves walls.

Slowly rolling out of bed, you get up and start a walk down the hall. Wondering were your mommy went so early in the morning.

You pass a few maids doing their daily chores and cleaning, and they all gladly greet you. You find the elder Medarda, who seemed to have been making her way back to your room.

“Oh, my child.” Ambessa hummed as she knelt to stroke your bedhead, a smile on her dark painted lips.

“Sleep well?”