Rathus woke late that morning—or was it early afternoon?—to the sound of pounding at his bedroom door. Groggily, he sat up and stared blankly at the door. As his vision swam, it almost seemed as though the frame was waving at him. He stifled a yawn and attempted to free his mind of drowsiness with a firm shake of his head.
It had been a rough night. Between the fiasco at the laboratory, a scare with Rosalie, and a long discussion with Emerick over Trixie and their latest bout of drama, he hadn't fallen asleep until dawn was breaking on the horizon. He was still trying to decide if he was actually awake when the door flew open to reveal Trixie in the stuffiest looking wedding dress he'd ever seen while carrying a full grown male orc who had to be almost twice her size and five times her weight.
"Quite gawking and get your ass over here!" She barked.
