The next day, Isabella was the first to wake up. Stretching with a yawn, she quickly freshened up and changed into fresh clothes from her space.
But as she glanced at Ophelia, still curled up in her old, worn-out clothes, a pang of guilt settled in her chest. There has to be a way to introduce stylish clothing into this world.
She considered giving Ophelia some of her own, but they'd be far too small. Maybe I can figure something out later.
Once Ophelia woke up and got ready, the two set off for the palace. When they arrived, Shelia was already there, waiting to greet them with a grin.
"You made it," Shelia said, her eyes flicking between them. "Now we just have to wait for Kian."
Meanwhile, Asael, Kian's most trusted guard and closest friend, made his way to the king's room. His steps were steady, but internally, he was dreading this task.
Pushing aside the hide curtain, he sighed. "She's here again."
