A week later:
Francis rolled off the warm bed, the light hit him on the face and he took off his night gown. The large room he was in was not uncomfortable and he the scent of rose lingered as it had been cleaned that night, and was to be that morning as well.
Opening the window he was calm, the wind blew gently here near to the shore but slightly inland for the relationship between William and his parish members. He relaxed and felt now not as a king but a normal man, after seeing Dominic's disgusting behaviour he had knelt in his private chapel for hours. Francis needed relief, he needed a friend without connections and he had left court deciding to go to William for comfort.
The priest had been an accepting host, gracious and polite and he had offered his servants for his disposal
