Adyr sat up in bed as the faint scent of dampness and polished wood filled his nostrils. Morning sunlight streamed through the window, catching the dust particles drifting lazily in the air.
It wasn't a luxury suite by modern standards, but it offered a quiet, undisturbed start to the day. Not that Adyr cared. He got dressed, exchanged a few words with the innkeeper, and walked out.
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At the center of a spacious, sunlit room, a girl slept peacefully on a double queen-sized bed. Her golden hair shimmered in the morning light, which gently warmed her soft, delicate features.
As Vesha shifted beneath the covers, settling into a more comfortable position, a quiet knock came at the door.
A calm, gentle voice followed, belonging to a middle-aged woman. "Lady Vesha, are you awake? Your father is waiting for you at breakfast."
