Calypso opened her eyes to a ceiling she didn't recognize. Ornate wooden beams stretched above her, carved with intricate patterns of flames and stars. Her head throbbed with a pain that made her want to sink back into unconsciousness. She tried to lift her hand to massage her temples, but her limbs felt like they were made of lead.
"She's awake!" a female voice exclaimed nearby. "Quick, tell the Chamberlain!"
Calypso turned her head slightly, wincing at the movement. Three young women in simple woolen dresses with embroidered hems hovered near her bedside. Their expressions shifted from concern to relief as they saw her eyes open.
"Lady Selene, thank the Eternal Flame you've returned to us," said the tallest of them, a girl with copper-colored braids wrapped around her head. "We feared the worst."