Chapter 89 Fragile Morning

• The first thing Aurora became aware of was the ache in her body. It was a dull, all-encompassing pain that radiated from her core and seemed to weigh down every limb. She stirred slightly, her movements sluggish, her eyelids heavy as if they were weighed down by bricks.
• “Miss,” a soft voice whispered, pulling her from the haze of unconsciousness. “Miss Aurora… are you awake?”
• Aurora’s eyes fluttered open, the morning light filtering through the tall, velvet-draped windows. The room was quiet, almost serene, a sharp contrast to the storm of emotions raging inside her chest.