The Royal Birthday

(Neva's POV)

Warm lips brushed my cheek, followed by arms wrapping tightly around me.

I blinked awake, groggy and confused, only to find Thalia's wide grin inches from my face. "Happy birthday to me!" she sang, eyes sparkling.

I groaned and flopped back against the pillow. "Thalia... I was supposed to wake you up."

She giggled, completely unbothered. "Well, you're not a morning person," she said.