TIARA THORNELLS
After I finished my bath, I changed clothes in the privacy of my room and waited patiently for the night to grow deeper. I fought off the sleepiness weighing down my eyelids, keeping my eyes glued to the analog clock hanging on the wall, monitoring every slow tick of the hand.
When midnight finally arrived, I rose from where I was sitting. I put on my winter coat, grabbed the oil lamp resting on my desk, and quietly stepped out of my room. I moved cautiously, making sure my footsteps made no sound as I headed toward the living room.
I nearly gasped when I saw the coachman fast asleep on the long sofa. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, freezing for a moment. He looked completely exhausted from the long journey, his head tilted slightly back, mouth slightly agape as
