I awake after the sun the following morning, Ashton is gone from my room, his bed is freshly made and there is water next to my bedside. I smile, running my hands through my disheveled hair.
I walk to the bathroom and wash my face, brushing out my hair so that it looks more presentable, and dress for the day, I am greeted by Jace as soon as I open my chamber doors.
"Jace," I say, taken aback.
"Sorry for startling you, Your Grace," he smiles. "I came to escort you to the dining hall for breakfast. Lord Ashton informed me that you had slept a little longer."
"Did I oversleep a lot?" I ask.
"Of course not," he says. "It's understandable to be so tired after the last few days. I'm pretty sure I slept for a whole day straight."
"Sir Jace," I tell him, lowering my voice. "I want you to ke
