Lyra's POV
I didn't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, it was from a knock on the door. I started from the bed, grabbing tight to the bedsheets around me.
My eyes, still drugged from sleep, flittered to the door, just as the noise of knuckles drumming against the wood-paneled door echoed along the stone walls of the room again.
I shut my eyes tight to fight back the remnant of sleep clinging to them. I had to be alert. It could be a maid, a guard, or even Zarek. I wouldn't put it past any of them to plunge a sword through my heart if they found me groggy from sleep.
I snapped my eyes open. Feeling them firm and alert, I looked up at the door.
"Who is that?" I demanded.
"Maid," a voice answered from outside.
"Come in,"
The door squealed open, and a maid strolled in, her tiny demonic horns sticking from a low bundle of blonde hair. "King Draziel asks for you to join him for food," she said, her voice cold and flat, and her neck stiffened up.
