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Emily woke up to the sound of a bell ringing. She grabbed her pillows and covered her head with it but it did nothing to block out the noise. Her head began to bang from the loud sound, forcing her to open her eyes.

"Where is that stupid sound coming from?" Emily mumbled as she sat up on her bed. Her hair was all over the place and drool made a trail on her face. She wasn't one who liked early mornings.

Emily had slept late at night due to her constant crying. His Grace had tried speaking to her but she didn't pay any attention to him. She was too hurt to answer him.

"Good morning, Your Grace," Emily heard someone say and she turned to the door, her eyes still drowsily half opened. "How is your morning?"

"Fine?" Emily answered as she stared at the young girl standing at the entrance. "Who are you again?" She knew the girl worked in the manor. She just could not remember seeing where.

"I am one of the chefs," the girl answered with a small smile. Emily nodded as she yawned loudly. The