As night swiftly approached, tensions from the day dissolved. Hayle stepped out of her room once more, seeking a quiet moment before her bedtime. Today was much the same as any other; she had eaten lunch and dinner alone. The difference lay in Jaxter's absence after he had left earlier, according to her guard.
Hayle tiptoed towards the kitchen like a spy, checking to see if any servants remained in the area. Like the night before, it was dim and almost deserted. What caught Hayle's attention, however, was a tray with warm milk, a neatly sliced plate of fruit covered in plastic wrap, and a few small snacks. Her eyes lit up; she was certain Jaxter had instructed this treat.
Once again, Hayle's destination for the evening was the living room television. Where else could she go? The other ro
