Difficult morning

The next morning, I woke up in a foul mood, the remnants of yesterday's frustrations still clinging to me. The sunlight streamed through the heavy curtains, casting a warm glow across my room, but it did little to improve my spirits. 

A soft knock on the door announced the arrival of one of the servants. She entered the room quietly, her presence unobtrusive. "Good morning, Princess Lydia," she said with a polite bow. "Your bath is ready."

I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Thank you," I replied, my voice still groggy. "Is my mother here?"

The servant shook her head. "No, Your Highness. She left early this morning."

A small, relieved smile crept onto my face. At least I wouldn't have to deal with her nagging right away. "Good," I muttered under my breath as I swung my legs out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.