The sun was high by the time I finally disentangled myself from the sheets.
Breakfast was a quiet affair, mostly because a seat of specific person from afar me was empty. A servant mentioned in passing that Princess Elena hadn't come down; she'd requested her meal be sent to her room, claiming "slight exhaustion" from yesterday's training.
'Exhaustion?' I thought, stirring my tea. 'Or is she just trying to avoid me?' I shook the thought away. I couldn't be the reason. She was a master swordswoman with a will of iron; she wouldn't skip a meal over a few words from a "trash" brother. Probably.
Deciding to use my newfound energy productively, I set out to map the Aragon Palace. I knew the general layout from outside, but experiencing the sheer scale of it was different.
