Urgh.
Lirienne groaned as she stirred awake, her head ached, it was heavy with the lingering remnants of unconsciousness.
She was lying in bed.
The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the room in a warm amber hue, contrasting with the coolness of the night outside. She blinked, trying to adjust her vision.
Had it all been a dream?
Her hands trembled slightly as she turned towards the window, catching sight of a round moon sketched against a canvas of stars.
The view felt unfamiliar. She tilted her head in confusion, this wasn't her window.
Her head swiveled around. This wasn't her bed either. And the room, it was far too small. She shot upright.
Her heart skipped a beat when she realised where she was, she'd been sleeping in Lugh's bed.
Then it all came rushing back. The events before she passed out surged through her mind like a wave.
She remembered. She remembered everything.
Joy flooded her. She should've been embarrassed, who knocks themselves out?
