The sun was the only light strong enough to wake me. Not when I was sleeping close to Maisy. Nothing happened between us last night since I was still dressed but what mattered most was I meant a lot to Maisy.
The shouts of ecstasy outside got me off the bed. Throwing away the blinds, I saw villagers dancing their hearts away to the seductive beats of drums. What exactly was happening? Then it hit me.
The night of the dead.
It came with a speech. The mandatory need to visit our deceased graves and most especially the King's grave.
I turned back to Maisy. She was asleep and looking so damn beautiful. I joined her on the bed and stroked her frizzly hair.