"She watches over us, even now," Bors mumbled as his eyes drifted closed and his head lolled to the side. His chest rose and fell in deep, rhythmic breaths and his entire body sagged into the plush leather of the overstuffed chair he sat in.
-THUNK-
The sound of his heavy, silver cup falling to the floor sounded loud in the quiet office, but it did nothing to wake the ailing marquis as the strong wine overwhelmed his body and mind, pulling him into soft, golden hued dreams.
Bors knew that he was dreaming, or at least he was fairly certain that he was, because he was no longer in his stately and imposing office. Instead, he found himself lying in bed in his chambers, wearing a lightweight dressing gown and feeling more refreshed than he had in years, as though he'd just woken from the best sleep of his life.
