The next day.
Before the light of dawn had broken, the inner chamber was still shrouded in a hazy darkness. The charcoal fire had burned through the night, but the warmth trapped by the bed curtains seemed to hold the lingering heat of last night’s indulgence.
Weimo was still in her sleep when she heard Dean’s low voice calling from outside the drapes, "Your Majesty, the time has come."
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