Woke up in the king's bed-chamber

Elsa didn't know how long she had been sleeping but as her eyes fluttered they captures an elaborately decorated ceiling with a bloody night sky painted in the center. It was the morning, she knew, because of the sunlight falling on the ceiling through the window drape.

She hurriedly closed her eyes and opened them again so that her dream would break, but that did not happen, and she got up and sat down with a jerk.

Now she noticed that she was lying on a large king-size bed, the curtains on the side of the bed were made of fine handwork and the fireplace was burning in front of her.

Elsa gulped down in fear and is about to put her feet on the ground. All of a sudden a hoarse voice makes her feet tremble. She no longer dared to put her feet on the floor and sat back again in her previous position.

“Your body is not fully recovered yet. A sudden spurt will make you faint again. What's the rush?” A raspy, sexual voice floated to Elsa's ear so satisfying and pleasing it sounded, that i