The old Duke who had slipped into consciousness had no idea what had transpired while he was unconscious. The moment he opened his eyes he found himself lying on a warm bed. He did not seem to be at the forest clearing anymore. Instead, he found himself in a familiar room. He pushed himself up and frowned lightly when his head spun at the sudden action. He held the duvet to steady himself before he tried again.
"Your Grace," He had barely managed to sit up when the door opened and the inn owner entered with a bowl in his hand. Romulus's frown deepened on seeing him, and he gave him a blank stare.
"How do you feel now, Your Grace?" The man placed the bowl beside the bed and stood politely in front of him. "I'll call the physician again."
