Doran left the room early morning the next day and resided in his study. Amilisia went to her son's room. She knocked and entered only to find Skyla sleeping on the divan instead of their bed.
Nostalgia washed over her at the sight and she shook her head in disappointment. She slowly walked over to Skyla and gently woke her.
"Skyla!"
She stirred and her eyes slowly opened, for a second she had forgotten where she was. Rubbing her eyes she glanced at Amilisia, letting her eyes adjust to the light.
"Good morning! I came to wake you up for breakfast. Freshen up and let me know what you would like to have," Amilisia reached out and untangled Skyla's auburn hair.
"Good morning! Sure, give me a few minutes. And anything will suffice," Skyla sat up straight and glanced around.
The bed was empty.
