The character belongs to Eoin Colfer, the rest is metaphysical.
Rising
Holly reluctantly prised her eyelids apart, wondering why she felt so drained. It wasn't because of where she was; that geas was gone. It wasn't that she'd been manoeuvred into breaking another taboo; she'd got over that years ago. Manipulation was just one of his traits and she'd learnt to live with it. Besides, she stretched luxuriously, some forms of manipulation were welcomed, licensed in fact - but this lethargy wasn't the pleasant satiety she usually felt. She squinted across to the windows and curtains. Ah, that explained it.
"Busy old fool," she muttered, and pulled the sheets over her head.
Author's Note: Someone suggested 'songfics for lit geeks'. which was a lovely excuse to go trawling through the Elizabethan and Jacobean poets. Complete editions online if you spot the references.
Re 'Challenge': Sotheby's website is recalcitrent, try Googling Henry Holiday Artemis Watercolour instead and then Google the title, happy hunting.