The doors to her room opened and the breakfast tray was carted in. "Ah, Mistress, you are up already." Sebastian stated with some surprise as he opened the curtain. As he poured the tea he spoke his usual routine. "For breakfast today we have poached quail's egg sided with a honey glazed ham. We also have scones, brioche and freshly cut bacon. Which dish would you care for this morning?"<br/><br/>The demon dressed her like she dressed her father all those years ago. "You have an appointment today with a Mr, Drago at four. To discuss work policy on our shipping lines in London." He wouldn't dare tell her about the unexpected guest. Not yet, at the least. Better to let her solve that on her own.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>He tossed and turned in his sleep, images of knights and catapults flashing before his eyes, screams of death ringing in his ears. A woman burning at the stake, beautiful in every way to him. The last image was him, holding a sword and cutting down a Priest in cold blood. He heard a voice name him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You are a cursed young man, Robin, Page of the Lady,"</span><br/><br/>He sat upright gripping his sword on his back, only to realize he was holding nothing but empty air. He looked around and noticed he was in a bedroom. He thought for a moment how he got there, before thinking another line of thought.<br/><br/>How to get out of here and back into the woods? He began to sneak his way towards the window as he looked out it. The moment he did he saw the gardens, and realized something.<br/><br/>Robin was in someone's home. He didn't belong. He had to leave before whoever owned this place discovered him and throw him out themselves.