She slapped his stomach softly. "How are you feeling today?" She asked him. Every morning since the day the queen died, she would ask him this questions.
It had been three days and he had not touched a drop of alcohol. It was a sign of progress.
"Better." He sat up and stretched, straightening his arms in the air and then bending from side to side.
Sigrid was the brains behind the morning stretches and yoga. Roland hated yoga. He could do the morning stretches and the meditation but the yoga was an enemy he wanted to drive a sword through. The human body was not meant to stretch like that.
How were a few ladylike stretches more painful than sword work?
Mauve entered the bedroom, announcing her presence very loudly. "It's me, lady-in-waiting number one. I hope everyone is dressed and not kissing. I bring news. The king would like to see you both right now. Quick warning, his ability to talk is back and it seems he has a list of issues to address."
