The Dining Hall

A knocking at the door woke her from her sleep.

She stirred slowly, lifting her head from the pillow. Her hair was tousled around her face, and she rubbed at her eyes blearily before opening them.

There was another knock on the door.

"Princess?"

Rache sat up in her bed, rubbing the back of her head. Her hair fell down across her shoulders and she ran a hand through it to smooth out the tangles.

She cleared her throat.

"Yes?" She called out toward the door.

"Your breakfast will be in the dining hall in twenty minutes. If you wish to eat, you must hurry."

She frowned.

That was...

Odd.

Hadn't breakfast been served here, in the bedroom, the first day?

She'd expected that was how things were meant to be done.

But.