Rose paced her room for the most part of the morning. Time flowed a little too slowly. She couldn't count the number of times she pulled the letter out of the envelope to stare at the words, trying her best to recall exactly what Thomas had said as he read the letter.
Sometimes, she would walk towards the window to stare out of it, and without meaning to, she started thinking about if it would be easy to escape this room.
She was on the first floor; getting down didn't seem to be a problem. She could always use the drapes—she could rip and tie them together to form a rope.
The problem was that she wouldn't even get to the ground before she was spotted. Daytime was completely out of the question, but guards patrolled the castle during the night.
