The next morning I am woken by Shelley knocking on the door. “Wakey, wakey?” Her chirpy voice rings out loudly as she steps into the room. I sit up in the comfy bed and rub my eyes; the chill in the air was ice cold because the fire went out.
Glancing at her, she wanders over to me, I was sure I locked that door. Hunter sits up where he is lying beside me and sniffs the air before lying back down and watching her. I pat his head. “How did you get in?”
Shelley holds up a key. “Master key.” She tells me and I groan.
“Please tell me the three King’s don’t have one of those?'' She gives me a sympathetic look. “Of course they do!” I mutter tugging the blanket back. I instantly pull it back over me, I swear this place is colder than the caves.
Shelley chuckles, walking closer. “The King wish
