Don Pedro’s POV

I woke with a crushing headache, it seemed as if the night’s excesses had conspired to rip apart every fibre of my being.

I could feel my head splitting, and for a long moment, I lay in bed, barely aware of the world around me.

I had a lot to drink with Natalia last night, it had me wondering if she was just as wasted.

Then, as my eyes fluttered open, I saw chaos.

The room was in disarray, I sat up slowly, my vision blurring at the sight before me.

The bed sheets looked like a blood bath had happened, the lines were twisted and dishevelled,...