Thrashing left and right, rolling and kicking in her sleep, the sorceress woke to find herself on the bedroom floor. Rubbing her eyes, slowly standing up to untangle herself from the chocolate colored blankets. Then she picked them up, tossing them back onto the bed.

            Peering through the window to the outside world, she had guessed it to be around nine o'clock maybe half past, in the morning. Good, a few extra hours of sleep, she thought. Walking over to her small closet she picked out a dark blue dress the empress had given her, made by goblin-elves. It was one of the few she owned. Then she opened the door, heading down the stairs to the main floor of the castle and into the kitchen. 

      Ordering her coffee from the kitchen servant, she waited until it was ready, taking the pot and mug with her to the office, hoping that she'd get a few cups in before the day really got started. Granted once she was fully awake and functioning again, she'd welcome the distraction from worrying about the empress, journey there and the under-realms.  She took a long sip of the hot brew, then another before setting it down a moment. 

       Pulling out the spell-book and writing out a few notes on her bad dream. It was horrid, the empress chained and screaming like a banshee for help. It was vivid, but not a premonition, thank the goddess.