Three hundred years back
Michael slowly opened his eyes, as a thin ray of sunlight touched his chest. His eyes drifted to his side, only to find himself alone in bed. Of course. He sat up, motioning out of the bed, when a sharp, throbbing pain flooded his head. He had drunk way too much the night before. He almost couldn't remember what had happened. Almost. The thought made him grin.
Recovering from the mild daze, he slowly made his way towards his room's window. Michael stared at the thick, ornate curtains that covered it, bracing himself. With a quick tug, he parted the drapes, and let himself be soaked by the warm sunlight. Eyes closed, he just stood there for a moment, his body welcoming the morning sun that shone over the eastern walls of the royal palace. He slowly opened his eyes
