(Third Person POV).
The soft shuffling of footsteps stirred the quiet air in Meredith's room.
One by one, her five maidservants entered, all moving with the practiced grace of women who had worked together for years.
Arya and Cora headed straight to the bathroom, their whisperings blending with the sound of water beginning to fill the tub.
Kira and Deidra crossed to the tall curtains and parted them wide, letting the morning sunlight stream into the room. The golden rays slipped across the bed, crawling slowly up to the face buried against the pillow.
Meredith stirred with a quiet groan, her brows furrowing as the light hit her lids.
Azul stood near the vanity, glancing between the outfits laid out. "Which one do you think she should wear today?" she asked Kira.
"Let's go with the pale lavender set," Kira replied before letting her gaze fall on Meredith. "She still looks tired."
Meredith groaned again.
