[Kitten]

Colton Ellwood rose as he did most mornings, right as the first rays of dawn started peeking up from their small grove of fruit trees. The man groaned as he sat on the side of the bed, one too many mugs of mead the night before had left him with one hell of a headache and a fuzzy mouth. The man stood to his full six-feet and three-inches and scrubbed a hand through his dark hair.

Gray eyes were bloodshot as the man looked at himself in the polished silver mirror and splashed his face with water to freshen up. He snagged his brown leather pants from the chair he'd laid them out on the night before and shrugged into a dark green tunic, stepping into his good black boots before padding back over to the bed.

"Time to wake up sleepy bones." He murmured and leaned over to give Emile a pat on his bottom. There were dozens of things to do to get a tavern ready in the morning and they could rarely afford to sleep in until the sun was fully in the sky.

Having given his lover the call to wake, Colton made his way down the stairs to start getting the Golden Rose ready for their first sleepy eyed patrons. Food needed to be made, the fires stoked, tables and chairs ready, and the floors needed to be swept before anyone made it down to greet the dawn.