Knock. Knock. Knock.
“What….” I groaned, rolling over and colliding with Jared’s chest.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Jared, Eliza?” Miriam’s voice called from the hallway.
Jared sighed heavily and sat up. I pulled the covers over my head again. Once we got up, the magic from the night before would be gone for good and we’d have to face the world.
“What is it, Miriam?” Jared asked. He grabbed the sheet and pulled it down from my face.
“Hey,” I whined quietly. I grabbed at the sheet again.
Jared pulled it away from me and shook his head. He winked at me and tickled my sides.
“Stop it!” I gasped, trying to stay quiet so Miriam didn’t hear us goofing off.
“Jared, there’s been an influx of refugees from the capital. Your messenger has returned and has a report you’ll want to hear,” Miriam said.
Jared immediately stopped tickling me.
“Sorry, love, it is time to get to work.”
“I know.” I sighed and stretched.
“We’ll be right there, Miriam.”