MERIDA

I woke up with the morning sun streaming through the curtains, the warmth pulling me out of a restless sleep. Yesterday's event lingered in my mind but I pushed them aside. No time to dwell on it.

I had checked on Lukan once and also felt his temperature.

It was breakfast time and as usual I had no clue where the maids are disappeared to.

The smell of bacon sizzling in the kitchen greeted me as I walked down the stairs and there was Lemuel — standing over looking the table mildly annoyed, spatula in hand.

"You are cooking? I asked my voice still groggy from sleep.

He glanced...