?- Mikayla -

Mikayla yawned a loud sleepy yawn and rolled to her side. Her body nestling deeper into the warmth of the big fluffy bed and comfy down comforter.?

Fluffy bed...comfy comforter...

She sat straight up in bed. She blinked. What...was she doing back here? how...who did this?

Mikayla mind raced. She was trying to remember the last few minutes before...did she pass out? She had to have.?

Standing from bed, she wrapped herself in the robe that was at the end of the bed then moved to find Angus.

(Angus, The Dragon)

Angus, fully dressed now, was carrying a silver tray bearing the breakfast he'd prepared for the young mistress of the keep, which was how he thought of her now.? He had just reached the door to her room when it swung open before him to reveal Mikayla in the robe that he'd left for her when he'd put her to bed the night before.

"Ah, good morning, mistress," he said genially, bowing his head respectfully as he stepped into the room.? "I hope that you slept well. I thought that perhaps you might prefer your breakfast in here this morning, after all of the..." he paused, searching for the right word "...events of last evening" he finished finally. ?

Setting the tray down at the small sitting table near the bed, the man began laying out the various dishes.? Toast, with a small jar of fruit preserves. Slices of cured ham, edged with honey.? Braised fish, golden brown. Two boiled eggs, each in their own silver cup. A small bowl of steaming porridge. And a crystal goblet which he proceeded to fill with a sparkling water.?

When all was ready, Angus stepped back and held out the chair for Mikayla to sit.? "I hope this will be satisfactory, mistress."

Tag - Mikayla