At Keen Manor, Silver Crescent Pack
Clara groaned as she swatted away the light hitting against her eyes. She had woken up so late that the sun's rays were already seeping through Gilas's bedchamber, and it was more than enough of an annoyance for her to move. Immediately getting up, she realized that she was alone in the room.
"He probably already left," she thought aloud as she drank the water on the bedside table. There was also a note for him from Gilas, saying that he already left to head to the arena. He also told her to rest as much as she wanted in his room.
Just as she was finished reading the letter, the door slowly opened. Clara had a timid smile as she politely greeted Gilas's mother.
"You're finally awake, Dear," the older woman warmly greeted her. "Gilas asked me to take good care of you and to make sure that you're all better before letting you go. I'll just call the servants up to serve your meal here in your room."
