Bianca.

The next day.

I was awakened by a loud knock on my door. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling groggy from sleep. The knocking persisted, growing louder each time.

“Who’s there?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“My lady, it is I,” the voice replied. It was Amber.

“Come in,” I said, struggling to get up from the bed. She opened the door, revealing her worried look. What was going on?

“Why do you look like that?” I questioned, rubbing my eyes.

“My lady...” Amber began, her voice trembling as she knelt before me.

“What is wrong?” I asked, rushing to her. My eyes were already clear....