When morning arrived, and Lucy opened her eyes, she was glad that curtains had not been drawn open as her eyes felt weak against the rays of the sun.
"Milady, you are awake," a maid appeared in the room.
"Is the sun unusually bright today or is it just me feeling this way," Lucy questioned the maid while she sat up and felt her head sway. It felt as if someone had tied a rock on the top of her head.
The maid had brought tea inside the room for Lucy to drink, and she placed it at the side table, "Ah, it is the same as usual, milady. Would you like to keep the curtains closed?" asked the maid.
"No, it's fine," said Lucy before flinching at the sunlight. She felt as if the path of heaven had opened itself for her and was welcoming her.
"Are you alright, milady? If you would like to take some more rest in the bed, I will let the King and the others know about it," said the maid, concern in her voice.
