Chapter 39 A Rose Between Dreams

Tessa rolled lazily in bed, took a deep breath, then clambered out. Stretching with a contented sigh, she turned toward the window. The sun was warm and golden, and the courtyard outside was bursting with life—birds chirping on treetops, everything vibrant and full of spring. Her gaze drifted across the scene until a soft blush of pink caught her eye. There, on the windowsill, sat a single rose.