Part 9

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Chapter 9

When Billy woke up the next day he took a moment to just lie in bed. He enjoyed the feeling of the mattress under him that was easily the softest thing he'd ever felt. The plush comforter on top of him nearly swallowed him up in its feather filled poofiness and the sunlight streaming in through the window hit the curtains surrounding the bed just right waking him up with a soft glow instead of a harsh bright ray of sunshine.

He groaned and stretched his arms above his head before yawning and rolling out of bed. He rubbed his eye as he made it to the window and peeked outside. Everything was as Billy had last seen it, covered in a blanket of fluffy white, pristine and perfect. Not a single footprint to be seen. Nothing had even been shoveled which meant no piles of misshapen snow piled up along the footpaths. It looked like a postcard, or a painting from a storybook.

His stomach took that moment to rumble and remind him of how hungry he was. So he dressed quickly into another button up shirt and slacks, this shirt a lighter blue then yesterdays, before he headed to the dining hall.

Cassie was already there of course, putting the finishing touches on breakfast – which smelled delicious by the way. There was a whole serving bowl filled with scrambled eggs, a tray piled with toast – made from every type of bread you could imagine – next to various mason jars of jams and jellies. There was also a tray of bagels laid out much like the toast and next to a vat of cream cheese. There were also trays of French toast and syrup, cinnamon rolls and glazed pastries. Various teas, coffees, juices and of course a pitcher of milk were readily available. Other saucers had sausages and bacon and as Billy passed by them on his way to his usual seat Cassie whispered in his ear. "It's turkey bacon."

He smiled at her, surprised and glad she'd remembered his dietary restrictions. Just as he took his seat Dorrek walked in. He didn't have a sling on today, which was an improvement. He also was wearing a regular button down shirt which hopefully meant Kate had been able to take some of the stitches out of the cuts that had healed and scabbed well enough to heal the rest of the way on their own now.

Dorrek didn't give the table a second glance, probably used to the wonderful service Cassie provided. But he did greet her with a cheerful good morning as he sat down.

"Where are Eli and Kate?" he asked curiously looking around for them.

Cassie rolled her eyes and pointed to the door that was propped open. Staying silent they could just barely make out voices across the castle arguing. Billy had noticed that Kate and Eli often seemed to be at odds but given that no one else seemed alarmed he assumed their bickering was their normal behavior.

When his stomach grumbled again he reached out and started grabbing things to fill his plate. Dorrek did the same and they ate in the same comfortable silence as last night. Eventually the bickering in the distance came to a stop and a moment later Kate and Eli walked through the room.

"Good morning." Kate said with a wide ear to ear grin as she looked between the pair at the table. She seemed to be her usual self though small green freckles now dotted the bridge of her nose. Eli gave very military-like nods to each of them with his hands folded behind his back. His skin looked rougher and indentations of scales beginning to form under the surface were evident. He headed for the kitchen where Wiccan assumed the staff ate. However, Kate stopped and looked over the tray of bagels.

"Kate." Eli scolded not even turning around to see what she was doing. Wiccan tried to hide a small laugh at the fact that Eli seemed to have developed a sixth sense for when Kate was acting out of line.

Kate seemed used to it and rolled her eyes as she snagged an everything bagel and tossed pieces into her mouth as she followed Eli into the kitchen. She gave Wiccan a wink as she passed him and he smiled back at her.

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