A knock on the door got Dante's attention immediately. He naturally wanted to call the person to enter but realized that this was not his room. Before he could react, the door opened and Marius walked in. Trailing behind Marius was a familiar black cat.
Dante heaved a sigh of relief when he saw it was Marius.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Marius teased, "Or should I say, good afternoon?"
"Marius, you're lucky I don't have my lance in my hand," he warned.
"My apologies, my King. I tease. Looks like you've got a good night's sleep, despite the liquor."
Dante gritted his teeth, his head was pounding. The liquor from the night before threw him for a loop. He should not have downed all of it. Remembering the things that happened the night before only made his headache worse.
Marius poured him a glass of water and handed it to him. Dante received it and muttered a word of thanks before drinking it in one gulp
