Isolde.
“Good morning, my lady…!”
Isolde groaned at the loud voice that resonated in her room, waking her from sleep. She rolled on the bed, hearing the snap of the blinds as whoever it was fluttered them open.
“What?” She groaned again, her head banging.
Carldo pranced to her bedside, looming over her as he declared. “You’ve slept halfway through the morning, my lady.”
At that, she jerked up from the bed, her eyes turning saucer-wide.
“Really? How did I sleep that long?” She blurted, gazing bizarrely at Carldo.
The male shrugged, “I don’t know…” he trailed off a bit when he noticed something. The smell of ale wafting from Isolde’s breath. “Ah, you drank?”
That was when Isolde remembered what occurred last night. Not all. But she remembered enough that she began to blush.
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