Davian woke with a start finding himself in his room, in his own bed. He looked down at himself finding himself in the dress shirt and pants that he had worn the last evening.
Moreover, his head was pounding and eyes burned. He groaned softly cradling his head.
"Hangover?" He flinched when he heard a voice and looked up to see Queen Miera sitting in an armchair in his room with her legs crossed one over the other.
She was dressed in a simple deep yellow gown with her hair flowing loosely over her shoulders.
"How was the party at your friend's place?" She asked with a smile and Davian sighed, feeling the pounding in his head growing unbearable.
"I'm uh..." He tried to put his thoughts into words but failed.
Miri shook her head and then pointed at the bowl on the table where there was a badin filled with water.
"Wash your face and have some hangover soup." She said making Davian drag himself out of the bed.
