Go to bed

"I'm sure you're right," you say, turning away. "I'm sorry, Krandt. I should not have asked that of you. I'm just...I'm too tired to think straight, I'm sure."

"It's quite all right, Sir," Krandt says. "Allow me to find you something to sleep in." She looks through the massive wardrobe and pulls out a long, lightweight nightshirt. As you slip into the shirt, you are amazed at how soft the cloth is. You can barely feel it on your body.

When you return from using the bathroom, having taken a moment to wash the slippery fluid from between your thighs, you find that Krandt has turned down the bed for you and closed the heavy drapes.

"Good night, Your Majesty," she says as you sink into the downy feather mattress. It's like lying on a cloud. Back home, your mattress is stuffed with straw and crackles when you roll over. Krandt pulls the covers over you and brushes your hair back from your face. She points to a heavy satin rope hanging beside the bed. "If you need anything, just pull on the cord. It will ring in my room. Otherwise, I will see you in the morning."

"Thank you, Krandt, for everything," you say, stifling a yawn as you fight to keep your heavy eyelids from closing. It is a fight you cannot win. The room grows dark as Krandt turns out the lights and you hear the door shut as she leaves. Moments later, you are sound asleep.