As the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, Kael stirred from his dreams, guided back to wakefulness by the gentle voice of a young woman. The room, infused with the warmth of morning, welcomed him back to the realm of the conscious.
"Good morning, Kael," said the soft voice, belonging to a young maid named Elara. She stood by the doorway, a serene presence with a tray of fresh fruits and a carafe of fragrant tea.
"Breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes," Elara continued, her eyes reflecting a genuine kindness. "I've drawn a bath for you if you wish to freshen up. Your clothes will be prepared once you're done."
Kael, still emerging from the realm of dreams, offered a grateful smile. "Thank you, Elara. That sounds perfect."
With a nod, Elara left the room, leaving Kael to the quiet embrace of the morning. The promise of a new day, along with the mysteries that lay ahead, hung in the air. As he prepared to face the day, the echoes of the dream lingered in his thoughts, a poignant reminder of the intertwined paths of destiny that awaited.