Addy's eyelids were heavy. She had to actively work to open them and then it was a conscious effort to keep them open. Only after she'd blinked several times, did she realise she wasn't at home.
She took in her surroundings. She was resting in a huge king bed, Iestyn beside her. It was a four poster with a rich red embroidered top. The room was opulent, furnishings of dark wood and deep red. There was an door leading to what was clearly an ensuite, slightly ajar, and then another door which was closed and if either of them tried to open it, they would find it locked.
"Iestyn?" Addy mumbled, one hand on her head. God her head ached. How long had she been asleep? Where the fuck were they?