The night had passed right over my head, bringing a terrible headache with the way I drank that gruesome scene out of my brain. At least temporarily.
I spent my night laughing endlessly in my chambers, my ladies had become exquisitely funny the night before, but at the same time, I could have also been drunk as hell.
I groaned, marinating in the pitch-blackness of the room, mind very foggy till I rolled out of bed with a loud groan. I pulled apart the floor-length curtains, wincing as the light shined into the room, nearly blinding me with how bright the day was.
"Do I really have to be up at this hour?" I questioned myself as I realized the sun was only just coming out. I sighed, knowing I didn't want to make another bad impression on these people.
Yesterday was a mess of a dinner; it wasn't the best, and most of its odd events stemmed from what I said or what Arthur thought was being directed at me.
