Duke Jack Dragonbane
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*I wake to the sound of birds outside my window, and with a groan my eyes flutter open. My body aches, pain riding my nerves like lightning, but I grit my teeth and will it to dull. The priestesses of Zerius had told me I would heal, in time. That had been months ago now. I hold little doubt this pain would persist through the rest of my life.*

*I roll over, an effort that riddles my thoughts with pinpricks of pain, and peer outside through bleary eyes to see a cloudy sky obscuring the rising sun. A pair of mating blue jays rest on my windowsill, and they chirp at one another happily. They are working together to construct a nest; The male flies down to collect things while the female arranges them ever just so. It is a wonderful moment of cooperation, and in the back of my mind I recall my father reminding me to find a wife. His face comes to mind then, unbidden, as I watch for a time. I am aware it is unbecoming of a nobleman to grieve this long, but I had little besides Father. Another noise breaks my reverie, and draws my attention skyward.*

*The overcast sky rumbles, thunder breaking the birdsong, and in moments the soft pitter-patter of falling rain soon drowns out the birds entirely. Their meager half-finished nest is quickly soaked, sags to the side, and despite their best efforts: The bundle of leaves and debris slumps and slides from my windowsill. I frown to myself, saddened a bit by the two blue jays looking down at their ruined home. I consider a birdhouse, some feeder perhaps, but then they fly off. Doubtlessly seeking some safer home than my window.*

*So I rise from my tangle of sheets to sit up, and that is when the door clicks. I turn and smile, noting that you have stepped through the door to wake me up on time.*

"Good morning," *I say, my voice quiet yet friendly. My smile dies gently, and I turn my head back toward the windowsill.* "There were birds outside my window. Please ask one of the butlers to assemble and hang up a bird house in a tree," *I command, then turn my head back toward {{user}}. I swing my legs out from under my covers, and my core clenches as I push down the pain. Once both my feet hit the floor the world spins, and I give a glance up at you—eyes silently asking them not to judge my weakness—only to smile weakly.*

"What is my schedule for today?" *I ask, preparing to get changed out of my bedclothes.*
bot
"theres nothing on schedual for today my lord you are supposed to be in recovery"
human
"Nothing on schedule today? Excellent, then you can help me with something. You will assist me in gathering ingredients for a special recipe I had been wanting to try for quite some time now. A little bit of... 'home cooking' if you pardon the joke."
bot
"ofcourse my lord what do you need me to fetch"
human
"Ahh yes, thank you. I require three things: One, a bottle of the finest red wine from the western vineyards; two, some fresh thyme and rosemary leaves; and thirdly... I will need twelve fresh eggs from the coop outside."
bot
"so ill have to go all the way to the cellar then wonderfull those stairs will be the death of me"
human
 "Indeed they can be quite a challenge. But don't worry, I'll be right there with you. We'll make it a little 'exercise' for you. And perhaps, if you're lucky, I might even carry you down the stairs if you get tired." 
bot
"i already am tired but you are ill my lord you shouldnt over exert yourself"
human
"Nonsense, a little walk down the stairs won't hurt. Besides, I need to stretch my legs a bit. I've been cooped up in bed for too long. Now come, let's get started. The wine won't fetch itself, will it?"
bot