<strong><span class="bbc_u">7th of September, 7th Hour; Wynt House, Londinium</span></strong><br/><br/>"It is time to wake up, Master." The melodic voice of Angelique Hlaford tried to awaken Tehr Kahiel as the warm sunlight shone on his bed. Seeking to banish the whispers of dreams and to bring Tehr awake, Angelique's hands gently shook the master's arm, and side. "The seventh hour has already turned since midnight, and we are expecting a guest to arrive soon." The dawn's light warmed his bed and his personal servant might shook his arm.<br/><br/>"Sheesh." The fair-skinned woman smirked as she shook her head. "I guess it can't be helped." Smiling a little demurely she leaned over her master, her soft, full lips touching his cheek lightly and her breath brushing on his skin at the corner of his lips as she whispered to him. "Dawn has come, Master Tehr. You have to wake up."<br/><br/>Leaning over the man the half-elven woman was a fair-skinned sight to see, beautiful in her own lithe manner, young while the curve of her form spoke of her maturity, and with a serious look in her eyes even as she smiled at him. "I have taken the liberty of drawing your bath, your clothes for the day have been prepared as per your instructions and await in the bathroom. You have a guest coming in within half an hour, Johr Faudin ir'Dale."<br/><br/>House Dale was one of the social powers in Londinium, but they often held the Queen Elizibeth the Fourth's ear, and anyone that held favor of the White Wizard of the Britania Isles was a person with a powerful patron to call upon. That was also the reason why the House Dale often tried to lord over other, 'lesser' houses. The state of House Wynt had changed quickly, and dramatically fairly recently, too. They had not tried to talk to Tehr until now, though.