Andromeda woke to a soft weight on her bedcovers. Two large blue eyes came suddenly into focus.
“Good morning,” said Tilly.
Andromeda sat up, rubbing at her eyes.
“Good morning, Tilly.”
Light flooded the room. Felicity had flung open the curtains. She was already dressed in the elvish custom—a long, fitted blue linen gown free of any buttons, ties, or belts—but her eyes drooped and she yawned as she said, “It’s time for breakfast. At least according to the chi...
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