Izlandi put her head down to rest, over a hundred small spoons worth of ale added to be a lot more ale than she expected to drink, and Izlandi was never one to drink more than a single goblet of wine in a day.
She stretched across her bed with her blue dress pulled up to reveal her stunningly long and slender legs, with a little of her meaty thighs showing, as she buried her head in the pillows, and tried to get some rest.
She could already feel a growing headache, but sadly for her, she was not going to get the rest she desired, as just moments after she placed her elegant face on the pillow, her head maid came in through the servant's entrance.
"My lady your presence is being requested in the great hall," the head maid said with a sense of urgency in her voice.
Izlandi's eyes snapped open, but she didn't move just yet, "What's got you so spooked," she grumbled while studying her maid's expression.
