Rose opened her eyes to a fairly lit room. This was the library, as she remembered while rummaging through the entire castle. Wherever she went, he followed. She was now used to his presence, no matter for intimidating or overwhelming it was. His presence never faded like before these past few days.
When she pulled a book out from the thousands of dusty, moldy, and destroyed shelves, she found herself walking around and reading the book of flowers. Soon she sat on one of the chairs covered with white sheets and fell asleep. It was curious to find some chairs or large tables clean in a room filled with duty.
Maybe he used it...
Her hair fell off her shoulders as she sat up, her eyes running towards the dim fire burning in the mantle. She smiles, knowing it was him. A small noise at the
