The Nun and King

Chapter 3

A God awful sound awakens me the following morning and I wince as my head pounds against my skull. "What the bloody hell happened last night?" I think to myself, slowly opening my eyes. I see that dawn is just now approaching from the crack in between my curtains and I begin to recollect the events from the night before, immediately frowning. Looking over, I find a russet skinned woman laying next to me in my bed—still fully clothed thankfully. I remember her from the pub last night faintly, and if memory serves me correctly, she made it very clear she wanted to come home with me. Given her lack of nakedness though it would appear as if she didn't quite achieve what she came for.

Another noise sounds that I recognize to be a snore and I'm confused as to where it came from. Looking around the room, I see a form on the floor that I can't quite make out. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sit up and turn so that my feet touch the floor see I still wear the trousers from the night before. Standing up, I attempt to walk over to my window when my foot connects with something—or should I say someone—and I stumble forward, catching myself on my dresser.

"Ouch!" I whispered out loud, grabbing the toe that was bent awkwardly while my victim shoots up, cradling their head.

"That was my head you just kicked," a woman says from the darkness. Almost as if remembering the night's events herself, she immediately apologizes. "Forgive me your grace, I had forgotten where I was."

The snore sounds again and I blink hard. "There's another person in here?" I ask dumbfounded. Turning around I pull back the curtains completely to let in the pale morning light.

The curvy woman squints and quickly pulls up a sheet to cover her breast's. She's gorgeous, with long blond hair and red full lips. Next to her I find Rory—nude as well—out cold. Clothes are strewn everywhere and by my door I see a pile of puke on the floor. Wrinkling my nose, I nod my head towards it. "Who did that?" I ask.

As I do, the woman in my bed awakens as well, sitting up and giving her arms a stretch. I give my head a curt shake in greeting. She too, is gorgeous, with straight brown hair that falls in messy waves to her back. Her green eyes are bloodshot for the spirits last night and she blushes at my gaze.

"That would be your brother, my lord. Don't you remember?" the woman on the floor asks, regaining my attention.

"No," I reply. "I don't remember much honestly." I do my best to keep my tone kind—they are Paevian citizens after all, but my pounding headache causes me to come off irritated. "It's alright though, it isn't the first time," I offer.

Sighing, I walk over Rory, passing the blonde who now searches my room for her clothing with her eyes. "Wake up," I say, shaking him with my foot. "We have to leave soon."

Rory groans and reaches blindly next to him, probably for a pillow, but when his hand grips the woman's thigh his eyes slowly open. Peering up at me in confusion, he turns his head and blinks at thee woman. "Oh, right," he says, sitting up. She sits there silently with a red face, unsure what she should do.

Lifting the sheet up that hardly covers his groin, he confirms with himself that he is naked. Giving himself a chuckle, he stands up, letting the linen fabric fall freely to the ground. Averting my eyes, I turn around and scoop of the woman's dress that lays by my wardrobe before handing it to the blonde woman,making sure I don't see something I'm not supposed to.

"Thank you," she says, and I hear her quickly slip on the dress before patting over and retrieving her shoes. Together, both women slip silently out of the room without another word. While all this happens, Rory has begin to dress himself in his trousers.

"I feel like shit," I say, running a hand through my hair.

He gives me a weak laugh and tosses his shirt over his bare shoulder. That is covered in love bites left by the woman. "You and me both. I'm going to say goodbye to father and pack my horse. I'll fill you in on what I remember when we are on the road," he says, turning to leave the room.  When coming upon the pile of vomit by the door, he frowns. "That's disgusting."