Aakifahlynn stirred awake, taking a few seconds to get caught up. She was resting but had no recollection of getting to her room, let alone her bed.

She surmised Demarion, the disgraced Emperor who had brought her here after the hospital. Gosh, the hospital, Aakifahlynn, hoped everyone had fully recovered.

She stretched and sat up, wondering what time of day it was and how long she had been out. Her pretty blue eyes slid to the large clock on the wall.

Long and short, hands were on twelve, and by the light shining in from outside, Aakifahlynn knew it had to be 12 noon.

She sighed. A day had passed,...