Rose adorned the robe one more time, securing the ropes around her waist. She tied and retied it, giving her hands something to do as she tried to calm herself.
Rose didn't know how much time had passed, but she hoped it wasn't too late and that there was still enough time for her to get a full night's sleep.
As she took her hand away from the ropes, certain the robe wouldn't fall off her shoulders, she noticed the fireplace was dying out. There was more ash than wood. The candles in the room had melted so much wax that it was enough to remake several candles.
Rose could feel the crown prince's gaze on her back, but she didn't care, nor did she turn around to meet his stare. She had done what she was supposed to do, and now she was leaving. It was stupid of her to think things had changed. It was stupid of her to think she could make such a request.
