A bright morning greeted Versailles the next morning. It was still early in the morning, where the sun had just appeared, waking up Arabella groggily. She slowly pushed herself to sit up, basking in the warmth as the sunlight touched her nose, and her green eyes, which had slowly opened from her sleepy eyelids, stared at the bright blue sky across Versailles in a serenity.
For a moment, she could feel nothing nothing but warmth. It was such a luxurious morning where the yellow sunlight kissed her skin, seeping through the delicate lace canopy of the luxurious crimson bed.
Arabella who had just woke up blinked slowly, her mind caught in the daze between dreams and the touch of morning. The sheets were soft, scented faintly of woody scent, a stark contrast to the usual smell of mold and dampness. It was odd, but rather too relaxing that she didn't want to start thinking and rather sit down to enjoy this morning.
