Lyra woke up when the sun was already high in the sky. Even though she woke up this late, she wasn't ready to leave the bed.
She could feel a comforting warmth in the gentle breeze and warm sunlight that slipped in through the window.
It made her want to savor the moment of waking up in a cottage. That was something she had never experienced before. Rowan had indeed brought her into a new life.
When she stirred lazily on the bed, she felt it immediately. Her body still throbbed with soreness, and her throat carried a faint rawness, likely from all the activity she'd done last night.
Carefully, Lyra tried to sit up. But the moment she attempted to get off the bed, her legs gave out. She stumbled and fell to the floor.
Rowan appeared in the doorway with a spatula in his hand as soon as he heard the thud sound.
"Lyra, what's wrong? Why are you on the floor?" he asked, panic clear in his voice.
