Chapter 7Kelwyn woke feeling dazed. Some small voice somewhere inside him was extremely annoyed at that. He was getting tired of these wakings. He blinked, trying to gather his wits. He needed…something. Needed to do something, desperately. Needed to get up, get out of this bed and go…somewhere.
He blinked again. He was in his bed in his Tower room, and somebody had undressed him, he seemed to only be wearing his undershorts. Harun sat on one side of the bed, and Her Eternal Majesty on the other. That was startling, and drew his attention away from the vague yet persistent need that hummed in the back of his mind. “Your Majesty? Harun? What happened? The last thing I remember…” His mind provided the suddenly vivid memory of Lucretious slashing a dagger through his throat and he shuddered,
