~ Isabella’s POV

The morning light filtered gently through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I stirred slowly, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling at my body. My head throbbed slightly, and as I opened my eyes, the scattered books and papers on the table came into focus. Memories of the previous night’s relentless study trickled back into my mind.

I sat up, groaning softly as I stretched. My limbs felt heavy, and my mind was clouded, but I forced myself to stand. The chair scraped softly against the wooden floor as I pushed it back. I glanced at the desk, noting the chaos I had left...