Serving the Horde
I woke up naked, that was strange. I had gone to bed in pyjamas; when you live with your parents and two younger brothers you kind of have to. There didn’t seem to be anything on top of me either, no duvet or blankets just a gentle breeze tracing over my young firm body. The bed beneath me felt silky and pleasant but that hardly made up for the general strangeness of the situation. I sat up and opened my eyes to be greeted by sight that was stranger still. I was most certainly not in my north London bed room; instead I seemed to be in a large open sided pavilion of purple silk sitting on a huge round bed at least twenty feet across. Beyond the confines of the pavilion other, plainer tents …