As the first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, Zafron stirred from his slumber. He was already second-guessing his decision to follow the ladies out last night.
All his body ached as he groaned. His eyes fluttered open, consciousness slowly seeping in as he remembered the day's agenda. With a soft groan, he pushed himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
'Another day, another noble event,' he thought, stretching his arms above his head. 'At least the company will be... interesting.'
He padded barefoot across the cool wooden floor, making his way to the bathroom. The mirror reflected a face still etched with the remnants of sleep, and he splashed cold water on his skin, willing himself to full alertness.
