Frederick tried to get up, but he was too dizzy. He wasn't the sort to be sick or hurt, and he wanted to get up and get out of here, wherever he was. Was this his own room? It was dark, and he could hear people just outside in the hall talking in hushed voices.
As his eyes focused, he noticed a candle in the corner. A servant was sitting at a table there, barely awake.
He needed to go back to sleep. He wasn't particularly tired, and the dreams were unpredictable and troubling, but at least it wasn't this.