Sighing softly, Ibven sat up in the king's bed, looking out of one of the windows at the morning sun, something that made her sigh softly.
Yawning wearily, realizing that Ibven had woken up, Jimmien who was lying next to her claimed: —What are you doing awake? We hardly slept at all last night, you should rest...
Still staring at the window, Ibven replied: —It's mid-morning, we missed prayer at dawn.
—And what about that? You subtract from the red godess every morning, for one day you don't do it I don't think she'll be mad at you or anything... —joked Jimmien.
Turning in bed, Ibven gave Jimmien a gentle swat on one arm, claiming: —You idiot... I'm praying for our wedding! You're insufferable, now because of you, I'll have to pray twice as much today at sundown.
Holding his arm while
