The next morning, Eleanor awoke with a headache. Both Lucas and Michael had already left the bedroom, so she rolled back over and covered her head with a pillow. It wasn't long before she heard a knock at the door.
"Your Grace, its Misha. I'm coming in."
Eleanor groaned as she heard the door open.
"My Lady?"
Eleanor removed the pillow from her head and squinted into the light. She could Misha staring at her with a concerned look on her face.
"Is something wrong?"
She nodded gently as she grimaced in pain, then pointed at her head.
"I'm assuming it's a headache. Let me start you a warm bath, that should help," stated Misha as she disappeared into the washroom.
When Misha returned, she went to Eleanor's side and helped her out of the bed. She gently escorted her into the washroom and helped her undress.
