Ella’s POV
I was still sitting on the edge of my bed, hugging my knees, when I heard the knock. At first, I thought I had imagined it because the hallways had been so quiet for a long time. Then it came again, firmer this time.
I frowned. It couldn’t be Mary. She had already gone to her quarters after helping me earlier. It couldn’t be Eleonor either. She never came to my room at night after she had gone to bed. And the maids have been dismissed more than an hour ago, I haven't heard them in the hall.
That left only one possibility, and my chest tightened at the thought.
I stood slowly, brushing my hands down the sides of my dress. My feet carried me to the door before my mind caught up. I hesitated with my hand on the handle.
Another knock, this one is more purposeful, and steadier.
