The next morning, Eleanor awoke to the sound of a knock at the door. She opened her eyes blearily; it took her a moment to register that she was alone in the room. The knock at the door repeated.
"My lady, it's Misha. I'm coming in."
Misha opened the door, pushing a cart of food into the bedchamber. She looked at Eleanor who was still laying down on the bed.
"Good morning, my lady. I was told to wake you up this morning by his Lordship."
Eleanor nodded. She sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Misha approached her after picking up the dressing gown that was laying on the floor.
"Here you go, my lady."
Eleanor took the dressing gown from her and slipped into it before getting out of bed. She walked to the table where Misha had placed her breakfast and sat down. As she ate breakfast, Misha told her about her schedule for the day.