The door thundered with noise and a horrible ogre shouted, “Get up, you lazy dog!”
“What?” Henrietta jolted out of bed and unsheathed her blade in one movement. Her heart pounded with familiar pre-fight fear.
The room was dark. Her mind finally recognized the voice of Franc, the irritating knight. “It’s the middle of the night!” she shouted back.
She hadn’t decided what to do about him yet. Her head felt as if it had been tumbled in a torrent.
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