The King's men began methodically turning each piece of furniture and rummaging through each drawer.
They manhandled the showpieces, sending several crashing on the ground. The room filled with the scent of expensive perfumes as they dropped a big jar.
They pulled down the curtains as if expecting somebody to be hiding behind.
When they were finally satisfied that there was no one, they walked to Rebecca and asked.
" It's the middle of the day. Is there any particular reason for your highness to still be in bed? " One of them asked, coming rather close Rebecca's face.
The imprint of her rescuer's hand was still very prominent, in fact her face was slightly swollen on that side.
" It's... It's something private... Between... " She was thinking hard to come up with a less conspic
