When Celestiel awoke, it was dark, the light in the lanterns died out completely. She was enveloped in a warm embrace, arms around her waist, holding her in place and she immediately understood it was the King, as she recognised the scent of the fresh sea air, mixed lightly with the smell of booze.
Her throat was dry and though she did not want to leave the warmth of Sebastian's arms, she needed to have a drink.
So slowly and gently, she began peeling herself away from the sleeping King, careful to not wake him up.
She went to the door leading out of the chamber, careful to make little or no noise at all. The halls were oddly darker than normal, the usual lit lanterns void of the flame that illuminated the paths, but as Celestiel had never been afraid of the dark, it didn't bother her, and she stood still, in one place, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness.
