The Library
She was lying in bed.
The fire was still going, and her blanket was tucked around her. The room was warm, almost cozy.
Donncahd was nowhere in sight, and the door was shut. There were no servants about. It was early morning.
The rain had stopped, and sunlight streamed through the window.
Rache rubbed her eyes, feeling disoriented.
She couldn't remember when she had fallen asleep. It was strange that Donncahd had carried her back to her bed, when she could have sworn she'd passed out in front of the fire. With him.
She shook her head. That didn't matter right now. Right now she had to get ready for whatever would happen today.
She sat up slowly and pulled back the blankets.
A soft knock came on the door and Ela stepped inside, carrying a tray.