They are only sister right?

In the early hours of the morning, Lyra heard the creaking of the wall clock across the bed.

She buried her head in the pillow, her cheeks gently rubbing against it, her long pale pink hair cascading over her shoulders and collarbone, becoming increasingly messy with her movements.

Half a minute later, after savoring the last moments under the covers, Lyra sat up and gazed out the window with sleepy eyes at the still-dark sky.

What time is it?

A sweet, natural moan escaped her throat, her voice tinged with the laziness of someone just waking up.

When her vision finally cleared, Lyra saw the hour hand pointing to the number five.

She patted her face, lifted the quilt, and slipped her feet into her slippers to get out of bed.

Brush teeth, wash face, fix hair, and change clothes.

Half an hour later, Lyra had changed into her usual maid dress.