Allen woke with a start, he looked out of the windows, faint light from the rising sun was just visible from the rooftops. He stood up, only realizing that someone placed a blanket over him as it slid off his shoulders.Â<br/><br/>The coals barely provided any warmth now but what mattered was that the room was dry. He folded the sheets and blanket, bundling them off to the washing point before placing fresh sheets and blankets over the bed. Satisfied, he left to the stream at the far side of the city, carrying the bucket back to the infirmary and adding drops of alcohol and other medication into the clear, cold water.Â<br/><br/>He poured some of these into a basin and brought the basin to the guest rooms. Now, at this time, the sun still had yet to rise and the small amount of servants and maids scuttling about were mere shadows in the distance. When Allen walked down the narrow hallway which lead to the various guest rooms, there was a rattle of steel as a sword was drawn. Allen had barely turned when an arm was pressed onto his neck, the steel tip of the blade a mere inch from his neck, the water in the basin swirled in the basin dangerously.Â<br/><br/>"Resistance is futile. Assassin."Â<br/><br/>Allen struggled, "What are you talking about?! Let go!" The face tilted allowing the light to reveal more of its features. "It's a servant. Let go, Sir." The grip relaxed slightly, allowing him to push free and enter the room, silently. Without so much as a glance at the princess, he placed the basin on the desk beside the bed and exited the room, closing the door, the look of contempt covered by the shadows made on his face.Â<br/><br/>He nodded at Marlon before leaving the room.Â