The next morning...
She did remember how long she had laid there before sleep overtook her. At least it came quietly and with no strange dreams that night. She finally stirred just after first light as the sun began peaking through the window.
Rolling over in the bed, she saw Warren sitting in the chair asleep. Her first immediate thought was alarm.
How did he get in here?
She sat up straight, holding the sheets tight to her chest.
That's right... only one room was left.
The hearth had long since died out and the room was brisk with the morning air. She quietly got out of bed and retrieved her cloak from the post. She wrapped herself in it and quietly stepped over to where Warren was sitting. Kneeling down next to him, she gently tugged on his shoulder.
"Warren? Warren?"
"Ser Castille?"
She did remember how long she had laid there before sleep overtook her. At least it came quietly and with no strange dreams that night. She finally stirred just after first light as the sun began peaking through the window.
Rolling over in the bed, she saw Warren sitting in the chair asleep. Her first immediate thought was alarm.
How did he get in here?
She sat up straight, holding the sheets tight to her chest.
That's right... only one room was left.
The hearth had long since died out and the room was brisk with the morning air. She quietly got out of bed and retrieved her cloak from the post. She wrapped herself in it and quietly stepped over to where Warren was sitting. Kneeling down next to him, she gently tugged on his shoulder.
"Warren? Warren?"
"Ser Castille?"
