That night, Merida had a very nice dream. It was so nice that she actually woke herself up, smiling and quite sweaty. She thought about washing herself off when she felt like someone was watching her and looked at the foot of her bed. She yelped, sitting up quickly.

"Lady Elizabeth?!"

"You think I didn't see it?"

"See... what?"

"The way he grabbed your hand and not mine?"

"Um..."

Elizabeth jumped onto the bed and shoved Merida back onto the bed. She pinned her shoulders down, straddling Merida, and then brandished a knife.

"Let's get things straight, Ms. Dunbrough: Lord Northumberly is mine. If you don't stay out of my way, then I will make you. Do you understand, Scotty? Or do I need to convince you in another way?" she said, sliding the flat part of the knife on her cheek.

Merida watched her in the dim lantern light, unsure if Elizabeth was sleepwalking, drunk, or serious. Merida moved her hand to move Elizabeth's knife out of the way and she complied quite easily, showing Merida that she wasn't fully aware of herself.

"Ye come into my room in my home and threaten me with a knife from my own kitchen? I dinnae care if ye're fully conscious or not, an ye draw a knife on me, ye had best be ready to use it." Merida snatched the knife out of her hand and held it to Elizabeth's throat at point. "I hope ye remember this tiny bit of conversation if nothing else: whatever ye are doing to mess with Mr. Higgs, ye best stop it."

"You have no proof."

"No, I dinnae. But I'm not some dumb bitch from Scotland, ye English whore. Something is wrong here and it's yer doing. Whatever it is, keep this in the back of her mind: an ye hurt Mr. Higgs in any way, I'll make sure to give ye a smile from ear to ear in yer bed in yer house with yer knife." She moved the knife to Elizabeth's face, tracing the edge on her cheeks. "Do ye ken what I mean?" Elizabeth didn't say anything and Merida sat back down, pointing at the door. "Go back to yer room, Lady Hinkley. I ken ye've had quite a night."

Elizabeth promptly left the room. Once she was gone, Merida sighed and put the knife on the bedside table, running her fingers through her hair.

"I guess I ken what's in her heart now... The woman was completely asleep..."

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The next morning, both Elizabeth and Higgs looked like they were about to vomit. Merida set down a small tray with tea and small scones. Higgs reached out and grabbed one, nibbling on it.

"Seeing as how I was in my own bed when I woke up, did things not work out?" he asked.

"Things worked out just fine, Mr. Higgs. I believe Lady Elizabeth was sleep walking though and must have gone back to her room." Merida said, looking at Edgar.

"I find it funny you aren't in the same horrid predicament we are." Elizabeth said, grabbing a teacup.

" I drank a small bit of Scotch, not two bottles of wine and the rest of my Scotch."

"Sorry." They both said.

"I'll make sure to get you another one." Higgs said.

"Ye'd better."

"I vaguely recall talking to you in your room for some reason. Is that all in my head or did we really have a conversation?"

"Ye were sleepwalking, I believe. Ye didnae seem quite yerself."

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