The next morning, Leia woke up far later than usual. A soft groan escaped her lips as she propped herself up against the headboard, her eyes slowly adjusting to the warm daylight filtering through the curtains. When her gaze fell on the wall clock, a frown formed on her face; it was already close to midday.
"Kieran didn't wake me up," she murmured to herself.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and reached for the glass pitcher on the bedside table. Pouring herself some water, she took a few slow sips. Lowering the glass, she stared blankly for a moment, her thoughts drifting.
"I hope Lucien was alright last night…"
Deciding to freshen up, Leia made her way to the washroom. The hot shower helped clear her mind and ease the stiffness from sleep. Wrapping herself in the bathrobe afterward, she stepped out, only then realizing she hadn't brought a change of clothes from home.
