Elara groaned and rolled over to her side. She hasn't even opened her eyes yet, but a sick feeling overtook her body.
She brought her hand up and rubbed her temples.
Suddenly she heard the sound a door opening.
"Well Good morning my little drunken wife, how are you feeling?"
Elara tried to push her self up from the bed.
"My head....hurts very much."
Gabel walked over to a small glass table and threw his robes off. He then grabbed a pitcher and poured her a glass of water.
"I figured this much. You had quiet a bit to drink last night. I was hoping you would somehow sleep it off and wake up with no... repercussions."
He handed the glass to her and motioned for her to drink.
Elara brought the cup to her mouth and took a few sips.
"No, all of it my love. You need to drink a lot of water if you wish to recover."
"I don't know if I can right now. I think I may throw up if I drink more."
He sighed and reached out, gently caressing her cheek with his fingers.
"Okay...how about a bath then? I will send for some food as well. The sooner you get some food and water in your belly, the sooner you will feel better."
She slowly nodded her head and watched as he walked over to the large round tub in the corner. He stuck his hand in and nodded, "It's still warm from my bath this morning, come I will help you get in."
Gabel walked back over to her and helped her stand. Elara slowly began to walk while leaning her weight on his arm.
"I am sorry, I did not plan on getting drunk."
"It is alright my love, it's alright."
Once at the tub he helped her step in and settle in a comfortable position.
"Where did you go..this morning?"
He dipped a cloth in the water then brought it to her head.
"I had to go meet with the Commander."
He rang the towel out then poured some soap on it.
"What did you discuss? Do you know what will happen today?"
He brought the soapy cloth to her chest.
Elara felt a lightning bolt of pleasure strike her as he gently ran the towel over her breasts.
"...The commander and her ladyship will be attending the ceremonies today. The pope is to bless the child. This is a matter for only close relatives and family."
"What...will we do today then?"
Gabel moved his eyes from her chest to hair. Gently tucked one of her dark locks behind her ear.
"Well, there are still festivities going on here in the palace. There is also several things happening in the town today. I was planning on taking you out to go have some fun. Rovar and Livakion said they would be interested in joining us if we do go."
Elara slowly nodded her head.
"That is if you are feeling better soon."
He then abruptly stood from his kneeling position and walked over to grab the glass of water.
"Here, drink some more."
"Thanks," she took the glass and once again, only taking a few small sips.
Minutes later a maid appeared with a large silver tray in hand.
