In the center of the room, Ian stood at the foot of the massive four-poster bed. The loyal shadow guard had already managed to lay the drunken King down. Ian leaned over, gently pulling off Derek's heavy, knee-high leather boots. He set the boots neatly on the carpet.
Marissa walked deeper into the room. The soft rustling of her heavy white silk coronation dress broke the quiet silence.
Ian looked up. He immediately stopped what he was doing and bowed his head deeply.
"Do not worry, Ian," Marissa said. Her voice was very soft and gentle. She offered the guard a warm smile of gratitude. "I will take over from here. You have done more than enough today. Go and get some rest."
Ian nodded respectfully. He did not argue with the Queen. "Thank you, Your Majesty. Have a peaceful night." He bowed once more and walked silently past her, leaving the room and closing the door firmly behind him.
The room fell completely silent. Marissa turned her attention to the large bed.
