Your Dream...

Isabelle stirred awake, still half-lost in the haze of post-sleep drowsiness.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and as her surroundings came into focus, she realized she was in the banquet hall—though the once-lively room was now subdued, its torches burning lower in the late hour.

Groggily, she blinked to clear her vision and that was when she noticed her young master, Cassius, standing right in front of her, and a small, contented smile graced her lips by reflex.

Then, with a startle, she remembered where she was—and, more importantly, how she was dressed. Or rather, how she wasn't.

In a single frantic motion, she looked down, discovering that the blanket draped over her offered her only the barest modesty. Her cheeks flamed, and she let out a shriek of embarrassment, yanking it tighter around her body.