The crow of a rooster woke me from my sleep, how long had it been since the party at Frederick's? I quickly scrambling to my feet, throwing open the shutters in a half asleep attempt to check the time of day.
The sun was just over the red woods, illuminating the bedroom...and the bed, oh no.
There on the bed as the naked frame of Frederick's daughter, Vivian. Her 20 winters of age were visible from my place by the window...but, I didn't drink that much did I?