Merlin wasn't here, so there was no reason for her to come in. Then again, it was a royal command. Sort of.

Francine let the door fall shut behind her. "It wasn't one of his. It was a girl one. It's pretty." She frowned, but less in defense of Merlin's taste and more because seriously, boys. His bed was a mess. She walked over and started poking at the crumpled edge of the blanket.