Rose couldn't sleep, no matter how hard she tried. It didn't help that she had been alone for quite some time now. It was not hard to realize that. After Lady Deana left, no one else had been in her room.
Thomas hadn't returned and neither had any servants. It was a long time ago, before sunset and it had been nighttime for quite some time now.
Rose was left alone in bed with nothing but her thoughts. And they weren't good thoughts. All she could think about were horrible things—especially after what Lady Deana had said.
She also didn't know the current state of the crown prince. Thomas had told her he was still unconscious, and that was it. She didn't like the gnawing feeling on her stomach.
Rose was getting out of bed before she could even think about it. She couldn't remain lying down. She lightly held her arm—the one with the injured shoulder. Thankfully, it wasn't more than a sprain, and she would be fine in a few days.
