A tight clasp of her shoulder followed by violent shaking was the first thing Allegra was made aware of when she was rudely awoken from her slumber. The sound of barely intelligible words came after that. They were panicked in their fervour and the Duchess had half a mind to spice whoever was invading her personal space away so that she could blissfully fall back to sleep. Her eyes refused to open even as the chaos around her continued. Her university experiences had taught her to sleep in even the most unlikely of places.
She felt herself slipping back down into slumber, but the words around her started to make sense.
“I knew this was a bad idea,” came a snippy tone she recognised. Milena? What was she doing here?
“Well, you didn't seem to have a problem with it when you were guzzlin
