After the Subjugation

The main castle of the Aspen Margraviate.

Sunlight streaming in through the window tickled her eyelids.

Shabel frowned and pulled the blanket up over her head.

Just a little longer.

She thought that and closed her eyes again, but once sleep had fled, it was reluctant to return.

In the end, Shabel gave up and sat blankly on the bed.

Soft bedding and a clean room. Even a cool breeze slipping in through the window.

For Shabel, who had spent the past several days moving between roadsides and campsites, it was bedding more comfortable than she could have asked for.

“What time is it……?”

The sun was already quite high in the sky...