Telmé woke up groggy, sore, and with an aching head. He'd drunk far too much wine the previous night, but Princess Emeresa had been so engaging it was impossible not to keep the celebration going and going.
Only Korin had remained stubbornly disinterested in her the whole night, though he had at least been polite. Hopefully he would relax over time. How could he resist someone so sweet and kind and magnificent?
Telmé would have to hurry through his chores and punishments so he could spend time with her. Tunç had freed him from working with Gidie for the night, but Telmé knew better than to expect Tunç to keep letting him shirk his duties.