I slowly got out of bed, my untrained feet hurting together, as the right one slowly reached for the other, the cold seeping into me. I turned around, taking the room in. It had a homely smell, but mixed densely in it was the smell of abandonment. Like whatever had been here had been left behind, and no one ever looked back.
I slowly walked towards the small cabinet, then opened it. There were rows and rows of clothes in there, and I let my hand lightly touch them. Dresses that seemed unworn and untouched for years.
I swallowed, starting to wonder if they belonged to someone. Someone who...
The door suddenly opened, and I turned, my eyes wide. With the way he had left, I hadn't been expecting him back. At least, not tonight. But Prince Zidane Dacre was by the door, his eyes thinned as
