[Wanda]
The sound of a clock ticking pulled me from sleep.
I blinked up at the ceiling, disoriented for a moment, then turned my head toward the clock on the nightstand.
It was already seven.
My brows furrowed as I actually came to that realization. 'Seven?'
"Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath, pushing the covers aside. The sheets were still warm from sleep, and my muscles ached faintly from last night's training, but irritation overrode the fatigue.
Not one servant had come to wake me. Not one.
Had everyone in this house forgotten how to do their jobs?
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, the silk hem of my night robe brushing my knees.
Breakfast was at eight, and Father would already be in the dining room by then. He hated lateness, and so did I.
I stood, slipped my feet into the waiting slippers, and crossed to the bathing chamber only to be met by at the door.
