Erica
It’s been two days since the night I tried to run away and failed miserably, and I was still sleeping in his bedroom. I didn't know where he was sleeping though, because I knew that he hadn't been sleeping in his own bed beside me. I didn’t want him to, but it felt... strange to sleep here while he had to go somewhere else to sleep. And also the fact that he was allowing me to sleep here. But I also didn’t want to go back to the old room so I guess I shouldn’t think much about it.
All things aside, I was feeling quite comfortable in his room. Maybe it was because it was totally different from the whole castle. This room was like someone had pulled it out of the catalogue of the best seven star hotels. The floor to ceiling windows allowed the marvelous view of the hills and valleys.
