I woke in my bed well rested.
My boots were off and Aed’s cloak was on top of me. Bliss…
Wrapping myself in his cloak, I made for the kitchen, wondering where the assassin was and would he gift me with the cloak? I did not like to think I had whorish tendencies, but I would trade him sex for his cloak. For as long and as often as he liked. Whatever he liked.
Odd…there was a roaring fire in the foyer. Odder still, Aed’s riding boots were drying by the fire. Lovely, but where was their owner?