As dawn's first light painted the sky, Dora found herself overcome with a sense of unease, her eyebrows knitting together in distress. Her gaze fell upon the bedsheet, pristine and her body seemingly cleansed. "Did someone tend to me?" she wondered aloud.

Every inch of her body ached, attempting to rise, but her frail form succumbed to the pain, her body sinking back into the plush mattress. Absence of Devon by her side deepened her sadness.

Suddenly, a throng of maids entered the room. "Your highness, it's a good morning. Allow us to attend to your needs," they sang in unison.

Amidst them, Rose and Daisy wore mischievous grins, their...