Bacon.

I wake to the smell of bacon.

My eyes open, and I sit up to see the most insane breakfast laid out at the foot of the bed. Eggs, toast, every cereal imaginable, bacon, ham, coffee, and orange juice.

“What the fuck?” I grumble, rubbing my eyes. “Am I still dreaming?”

I get up and go over to the enormous trolley and examine the feast that’s been laid out for me. Between the coffee and the orange juice is a card. I pick it up and examine it.

For my queen. Enjoy the breakfast. Dinner tonight.

-Gunsyn

“Prick,” I grumble, crumpling the card and tossing it aside. I try...