When Isolde finally woke, she felt refreshed and as if she could see the world through a brighter, more focused lense. On a tray, next to her in the bed, was a stack of blue berry pancakes and fluffy scrambld eggs. A goblet of orange juice glistened as the condensation dripped from the glass. The young woman realized that she was ravenous. The door closed soflty and Malachai crossed the room to sit on the bed.<br/><br/>"That looks good," Isolde said sweetly, nodding toward the tray.<br/><br/>Malachai sat on the side of the bed and picked up the fork. He shook his head at Isolde when she leaned forward.<br/><br/>"Fluff up the pillows, my sweet. Today you will know the full meaning of breakfast in bed."<br/><br/>Isolde leaned back and Malachai fed her bite by scrumptious bite. Being treated like spun sugar was fun for a while. Isolde decided she would see where this treatment went.