CEDRIC’S POV
A knock on the doors of my chambers rouses me from a restful sleep. I open my eyes, squinting against the light pouring in from my window. Who the hell could that be this early in the morning?
I pan my eyes to the door, and there is Boxarm, standing patiently, waiting for me to find my bearings. I sigh and wave him into the room with a lazy wave of my hand.
I try to recollect the events of the night before as I make to rise to a sitting position. My body revolts against my intention as a splitting headache ravages my temples and I shut my eyes instinctively to brace against the pain. I hear Boxarm moving and watch him as he rounds the bed to the other side and smacks the buttocks of another figure laying fast asleep on my bed.
It was a maid. Another maid. At this point I h
