While I was sleeping soundly, a faint rustling sound in my quarters suddenly drew me from my slumber.
My brows furrowed slightly as I shifted, glancing toward the long, rectangular windows that were just beginning to let in the pale rays of early morning light. Propping myself up on one elbow, I turned to find the source of the noise and spotted Regina working with the utmost diligence.
She was busy replacing the sofa's silk upholstery. A broom leaned idly against the armrest, and a pile of my discarded clothes had already been gathered into a large woven basket, while a fresh set of noble garments lay neatly folded upon a nearby chair.
It was certainly a diligent display.
"Good morning, Regina," I finally called out, breaking the silence.
Startled from her intense focus, she jerked her head up in a sudden panic.
"Your Majesty! I deeply apologize if I have awakened you—"
