Chapter 123 A Devoted Attendant

• I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and rose with a soft groan, stretching my limbs until I felt that satisfying ripple of tension ease from my shoulders. A loud yawn tore free before I could stifle it, and I didn’t even bother trying to sound graceful.
• To be perfectly honest with myself, nothing, absolutely nothing, beats a good night’s rest on a soft bed.
• I padded toward the bathroom, my bare feet sinking lightly into the warm rug. Behind me, I heard the faint rustle of footsteps and turned slightly, knitting my eyebrow as I caught sight of Mierelle following in measured steps.