Detrimental Dreams

Gwen ran a hand up her arm with the water trailing her every movement, the dripping sound echoing in the large bathroom. She was sitting in the massive tub that was filled with flower petals that Lauren and Avery brought in woven baskets to place into the water from the jugs that were heated up. 

Her body was starting to become warmer as the steam rose from the water with colorful petals dancing above the waves she was creating with her fingers. She was feeling quite the chill after what had happened, and she was still trying to wrap her head around it. Gwen knew that it wasn't her fault, but she felt guilty in the sense that she knew the girl.

It may have not been personal, but there was no difference in what she could make. But then again, the most that she could do was ensure that she would get a humane sentence rather than the usual handling of such matters. Cassian was able to pick up on what Gwen had wanted to say, so she didn't need to verbally assert anything.

With a long sigh, Gwen dumped some of the water in the golden jug left in the tub overhead to wash her hair. The soap was scented of luscious florals which she had preferred over the sweet scents that she normally had and enjoyed the peace of being alone. She had to put a stop to the wandering questions of the night.

She loved the company of Lauren and Avery as they helped bathe her sometimes when she was too tired to move a muscle but had requested to be for herself as she wanted a break from all of the thoughts that were bound to come out as questions. Her room was checked numerous times for any anomaly, so everything was bound to be safe on her end.

Gwen didn't live her life to be superstitious, so she left those worries away. Getting out of the tub, she reached for the towel that was hanging on the golden hook to her right and wrapped the plush white material over her naked body which was starting to feel the prick of coldness that was settling into her body. 

Running her hands up and down her arms, she waddled over to her bedroom after putting on slippers to rummage through her dresser in search of a nightgown. Slipping the white sheath dress over her head, she smiled in the large mirror when she caught sight of her reflection with her rosy cheeks. 

Her hair was sticking to her head in an unflattering way, and Gwen snickered to herself as she dried off her hair with the towel before tossing it into the hamper back inside the bathroom.

Golden strands cascaded around her shoulders that will eventually dry. She sat down at her desk to write in her journal for the day running her pen on the pristine paper.

The questions that remained unanswered were written down as the candles flickered casting her eyes above her journal entry to the window. The rain had stopped as the time hit the early hours of the night, but the day would break in only a few hours' time. She wanted to rise early tomorrow, but she will see what she will be able to do the next morning.

Closing her journal which was jewel encrusted as it was a gift from her mother, she placed the prized possession back into the desk drawer. Gwen zoned out for a moment before spurring into action lifting her arms above her to stretch with a groan. She was tired casting a sidelong glance to the bed before nodding in the decision made. It was time to head to sleep.

Gwen blew out the candles, the smoke rising from the silver holder, as she went over to the bathroom to do the same in there before she crawled into her plush bed with a yawn.

Getting under the covers, she extended her limbs as she tried to get comfortable. The soft blankets covered her well, and it didn't take long for her eyelids to get heavy with her breath slowly calming.

She had no idea what she dreaming of when she roused from her sleep with her head full of cotton webs trying to form a conscious train of thoughts. Gwen thought she was dreaming when a black figure made its way into the room from the balcony.

Her body immediately stiffened when she realized that wasn't the case. A scream almost came out of her lips and she swallowed as she tried to gather the best thing to do in that frantic moment.

It was too dark to see with the dark storm clouds covering the subtle moonlight, but her eyes had adjusted enough to catch the figure. The intruder was huge even from her vantage point laying down. Her quick perusal was enough to figure out that they didn't seem to have an extended weapon out.

That didn't mean that they weren't armed though. She didn't know whether to stay still or to dash out to the door. A few knights should be out the door as she had expected, but Gwen remembered that she locked the door before sleeping, so it'll take a few seconds to undo it or for the knights to come inside.

Those few seconds could prove to be detrimental. She had no idea why the intruder came back, but if they were, it was obvious they were here for one thing. It was to finish the job.

Gwen had to get out of the room before they killed her. She didn't want to die too early. There were too many things that she wanted to change and still wanted time to grow as a person.

Her hand subtly reached toward the nightstand, knowing that she kept a dagger in there for emergency situations. Dragging the drawer out inch by inch, sweat dripped down her neck as she kept a close eye on the person whose back was facing her. She had no idea what that person was doing.