"I've stayed in bed long enough. I'm getting up now," Aziz declared, rising from his sheets with a strangely renewed vigor—stronger than ever before. Yet something lingered in his chest... a kind of cold that had nothing to do with his body.
"Alright then," Astrid replied, standing beside Isis.
After washing their faces and dressing in suitable attire, the three walked down the palace corridors towards the dining hall.
Seated at the breakfast table were Stella, Sofia, and Sylvia, already waiting.
"Hmph! You kept us waiting again, Aziz," Sofia teased with a mischievous grin—more playful than genuinely upset.
"That was on me... I overslept again. Really sorry," he replied, offering a sheepish, slightly embarrassed smile.
"Hahaha, it's fine. No need to feel bad about it, Aziz. Now, have a seat. Let's eat," Stella intervened gently, easing the moment.
