Lillian sat up from her bed and looked around the room blankly.
"Where am I?" She asked to no one in particular as she continued to stare at the room. "Is this my room?"
"You are in the castle of Acaer. Or have you forgotten?" Roman asked, walking to her with a smile on his face.
"Oh, your majesty," Lillian said, smiling groggily at him. "What did I do to be able to see you so early in the morning?"
"You are still tired, fairy godmother." He said, looking at her half-lidded eyes. "And a little drunk still, perhaps."
"Drunk?"
"You started to gulp down all the wines you could get your hands on once you entered your room, so you remember?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "You were also saying something about ... freedom?"
"Oh yeah," Lillian said, pressing her temples as the headache began to come. "Do we have water?"
