The morning light streamed through the open window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Slowly, she raised her head from her pillow, her hair clinging to her face as she sat up. She could already tell that this morning was going to be a rough one. Her handmaiden, I, was already standing in the doorway, patiently waiting for her to wake up. Undoubtedly, I had been standing there for a good while, suppressing my impatience.

With a forced smile and said, "Good morning, my lady."