Part 1 – Jarl
One
The morning sun struck harsh rays against Jarl’s face. He turned over again and pulled the silk cover over his head. It was far past tenth bell but last night’s revelry, or rather this early morning’s revelry made him curse Solgeir the sun god for yet again making that evil ball of light rise and wake him up far too early. He took one of the heavy pillows and put it over his head. Much better. The bells rang again. It couldn’t be eleventh already could it? He tried counting but lost track after the fourth or fifth. He drowsed off again and dreamt about the new maid down in the kitchens. She had lovely raven hair and he chased her down one of the hallways and caught up with her. Pushing her body up against the rough stones letting one hand run down her side and up under her threadbare dress.
“Well look who’s awake already,” said a soft voice on the other side of the pillow.
“Wha−“ he started as a hand grabbed hold of his morning wood.