Nyx's power

   Nyx lay on the bed, still wrapped in the sheets. She stretched, and yawned, still feeling tired of the events of what had  happened earlier.

   She slowly opened her eyes. She looked to the side of the bed, hoping to see Oberon lying on the bed.

   She was disappointed to see the bed empty. She groaned, "He left me?" She frowned, and then realised he had to leave later on.

   She sighed, "Hmph, just comes, and goes," she muttered, feeling somewhat annoyed.

  She got down from the bed, her head still spinning,  "oh goodness," she muttered groggily.

   There was a knock on the door. She furrowed her brows, "What do you want?" She groused.

  "My lady, the king has invited you to his throne room, there is a matter he would like to discuss with you," came the voice from outside.

   She rolled her eyes, "Give me an hour, I will be with him soon," she added.

   "Okay my lady," the voice replied.