I woke with a start, momentarily disoriented as sunlight streamed through the partially opened curtains. My body felt wonderfully sore in places I hadn't known could feel sore, and memories of last night with Alaric flooded back, bringing heat to my cheeks.
How long had I slept? The brightness of the day suggested it was well into the morning. I sat up quickly, pushing my tangled hair from my face.
"Good morning, Your Grace." Clara's cheerful voice came from the doorway as she entered with a tray. "I thought you might prefer breakfast here today."
"Clara! The servants have returned?" I pulled the sheets higher, suddenly conscious of my state of undress.
"Yes, ma'am. They arrived at dawn." She set the tray on the small table by the window, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "The Duke mentioned you might need extra rest this morning."
I felt my face grow warmer. "Did he now?"
