Imryll awoke to the steady thumping of rain against the window. The room was dimly lit, but she appeared to be inside the comfiest bed of all time. She looked around the room with curiosity, but her migraine was stopping her from focusing on any one thing for too long.
"Ugh, I need some water…" Imryll muttered under her breath and then winced at a wave of pain from trying to move. She resigned to her fate and lay back down, trying to get a grasp of her situation.
The door to her room abruptly opened, and a naked man walked in. He seemed confused for a second while appraising her. Seeing this man, some memories of the previous night flooded back into Imryll's mind.
"Sir Jack, what happened to me? Where am I?" Imryll said with deep confusion in her voice, trying to ignore the man's lack of clothes.
"Oh Miss Imryll, my apologies. I didn't know my servant put you here in my study. If you don't mind me asking, what do you remember from last night's events?"
