Unlike yesterday, where Lucius was plagued with dreams about people he had killed in the past, it was a dreamless night.
Lucius awoke the next morning feeling more refreshed than ever and when he checked the window, at a more reasonable hour.
"I suppose Viscountess Blackshield cannot joke about me waking up late any longer." Lucius said to himself, not exactly amused and mostly just recounting what he needed to do for the day. "I promised her that I'll be taking her to the city."
Before he could muse some more on other tasks and events for the day, a knock disturbed him.
"Young Lord Asher? I have been asked to wake you up." Neta called out politely.
Even though the Count and Countess were more than willing to let Asher sleep in due to them knowing how exhausted the young man must have been after the trip to Etara's Cross and being lenient with him, the same couldn't be said for today.
