Elizabeth sat the hairbrush down on the dressing table and moved to the bed, she arranged her robe to accommodate her sitting with her legs crossed. Dinner was a warm hearty soup with a crusted bread roll, it was all she wanted at this moment, simple and uncomplicated comfort food.
Charles still held the spell in his hand, he held it up to her, "What's this?" He asked
Elizabeth was shaking the linen napkin open to spread it over her lap, "A spell." She answered as she picked up the soup bowl, she was too hungry to use the spoon. She blew on the steaming soup and lifted the lip of the bowl to her own lips, hoping it was cool enough.
"Hungry?" Charles asked with a smile.
She set the bowl down and blotted the soup off of her upper lip, "Yes, it seemed more direct." She said as she
