The next time Florentine woke, afternoon sun had replaced morning. Energised, she whipped back the blankets and sat up, ready at last to face the enemy and battle demons. A fresh pot of tea and some sandwiches had been left by her bed and she dove on them, ravenous. She poured some tea and turned to her window to look out on the street while she ate.
A gentle cough from the corner brought her attention to company in her room and she nearly choked on the bread when she saw Alexander perched on her desk, sketchbook and pencils in hand.
‘What are you doing in my bedroom? Were you drawing me while I slept?’
Alexander pointed to the teacup. ‘Everyone else is busy with other matters so I took it upon myself to bring your refreshments up.’ He smiled and turned the sketchpad around for her to s
