Chapter 11-Aylin

I roll over, pushing my covers off of me and blinking my eyes open. I glance at the bright violet light through the top of my blackout curtains, indicating it's well past noon. I shoot up; how long was I asleep? I didn't go to bed until probably 7pm… Artemis' tits, did I actually sleep for 17 hours?

I fly out of bed; holy fucking Hades, I'm going to be so behind; I can't believe Father didn't wake me or Azrael. Even Kalea and Fallon, my personal servants, have woken me on the rare occasion that I overslept. I brush my teeth and dress in record time, not bothering with cosmetics. Quickly, I braid my hair in a crown around my head and then tie the remaining length up in a tight bun.

I practically sprint out of my chambers to the throne room, earning a few curious glances from the castle staff. I slow my pace before I open the doors to the throne room and open the doors as I walk in.

Over the years, the throne room has become a workroom; Father or I rarely sit on the throne for an