The bedroom upstairs was quiet now. Finally--when it was time to get up. Brian had showered and shaved and was dressing. He had his jeans on and was reaching for his shirt when Marcus arrived.
Marcus was surprised to see Brian a bit off his time this morning. Brian was running late, and he never ran late without a reason. Khaat appeared to be in a deep sleep.
"Everything alright?" he asked Brian softly.
"She's not going to wake for awhile," Brian said, putting on his shirt and buttoning it. "She was having nightmares all night. She wasn't going to talk about it. Her seers powers were activated by something, and it came up in her dreams--repeatedly. These really upset her. I finally had to go across the hall and wake Robert who couldn't get anything out of her either. He finally poured her a dose of a heavy sleeping potion. It won't wear off until probably mid morning. I can stay if you like and give you part of the morning off."
"No, Sir," Marcus said. "I'd prefer to work."
"Have you dealt with these sorts of dreams of hers before?"
"Yes, Sir. She usually talks to me unless the dreams frighten her. Then she doesn't say a syllable."
"So you do know how this goes for her. If you learn anything, you're to tell me straight away. Understand? No matter how much she wants to swear you to secrecy. You're to tell me."
"Yes, Sir."
"I'm going downstairs then. The kids were still asleep a few minutes ago--before I showered."
"They still are, Sir. I was just there. Enjoy your breakfast."
"Thank you, Marcus," Brian said, heading downstairs, dressed but in his bare feet, his denim shirt not tucked into his jeans. This was typical Brian when he had skipped his workout in favor of a bit of sleep, when he had been up most of the night. He usually got around to looking more proper and finished when he'd had a cup or two of coffee. He headed for the kitchen, yawning, and picked up a mug and poured French Roast in it for himself. "Morning," he said tiredly. He headed into the living room to check on his new sons.