A guard was waiting outside the room when she stepped out. Without saying a word to her, he led her down the stairs. Rose gripped the hem of her dress as she followed after him.
She had chosen the pale purple dress; it was a little lighter than the others, and Rose had chosen it out of the urge of having something familiar with her rather than anything else. The color was starting to feel a little nostalgic, and she knew she needed some kind of comfort tonight.
The guard led her down the stairs and onto the ground floor. Rose couldn't help but look around as they walked, realizing she had barely been on this floor before. She always took the stairs straight to the crown prince's floor, and when Thomas gave her a tour, he had been very unhelpful.
The hallway stretched as long as the first floor. The rooms were on the right side, while the opposite wall held torches that lit up the pathway. The sun had set, and it was starting to get dark.
