Lady Sophia woke up to the slow chords of instrumental music filling the palace. She was now in bed, the sheets carefully spread around her, her hair loosened so it sprawled around the pillows. She gave a small smile, stretching her hands.
She turned towards the windows, the sun was high up, and it was slightly cloudy with a chance of rain. The perfect sort of weather. The perfect thing.
She smirked again, just as her hand dropped on a fleshy object. She turned to the empty side of the bed. It looked like Prince Alexander had slept there, and had left it slightly ruffled too.
She could imagine him waking up and moving her to the bed. She was a deep sleeper, she knew. She chuckled a bit.
A single rose sat on the bed, and a small scroll right beside it. Slowly, she reached for the rose,
