Prince Moray climbed out of his bed, Zia the elven servant stirred at his rising and she looked over at his naked form as he proceeded to don his bed robe to cover his modesty. He sat at his desk; his head in his hands, she could see him as the sky outside began to pale. She sat up.
“Is your journey troubling you so much that you cannot sleep?” she asked.
“A little, yes,” he replied, “it is morning now anyway,” he added.
“Why are you so troubled? You love battle,” she said and he looked around to her as she sat naked underneath his sheets.
“I am fighting your kind, Zia, I will be killing elven folk and that is not bothering you?” he asked her, and she shook her head.
“My parents sold me into slavery, that is what I know of my kind. I was just lucky to find myself here with you and be
