Mary Ann’s POV
I woke with sunlight pressing against my eyelids and a dull ache in my neck.
For several seconds, I did not move. My body felt heavy, as though I had slept too deeply. The blankets were warm around me, and the familiar scent of the Luna Wing filled the room.
Then confusion settled in.
I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.
I was in bed.
The last thing I remembered was sitting in the council library with a pen in my hand. Festival plans had been spread across the table. I had been reviewing food permits and guard positions while fighting to keep my eyes open.
I did not remember returning to my room.
I pushed myself upright slowly. My dress from the previous night had been wrinkled from sleep, and my hair felt like a wild nest around my shoulders. The blanket had
