"Well well....our guest seems to have become a little churlish..."<br/>The deep male voice came from by the window.<br/>"Perhaps she is still over tired after her terrible ordeal in the forest?"<br/><br/>Borghast stepped out from his hiding place behind the heavy draped curtains, a long fine silver dagger in one hand, half eaten apple in the other, he stood and smiled at those in front of him.<br/><br/>Propped with cushions, upon the wide stone window ledge and tucked behind the drapery, the King had been there for some time.<br/>It was his favourite place to sit when he needed peace and quiet.<br/>Spending many hours there watching the world go by, his own little sanctuary and a place he saw no reason to move from while the women saw to his guest's needs. Infact he had been quite ammused as he sat and listened, not often being able to hear the gossip of the working women.  Something he missed from his youth, when his maid had taken him everywhere with her.<br/><br/>He turned his smile to the two servants and gave them a quick nod of his head.<br/>"Leave us, you can return when the Lady Sonja has had a short rest..."<br/><br/>Flustered, the two women gave a quick curtsie, they were dumbstruck at his sudden appearance. Turning quickly they bustled to and out of the door, almost tripping over each other as they left...<br/><br/>