The Rose In the Night

History

Sitting back deep into the red wood chair beneath me, My grandmother's voice disappears in the background as the drizzle outside turns into downpour. I watch as rain beats against the stain glass windows that surround the great hall. The capital has taught me a new found appreciation for the rain. It's ability to control and twist time into whatever the gods desire. Time seems to slow down now. Every second became a minute thus every minute became a hour. giving me amble time to think. The rain hits the glass in a rhythmic pattern. The study hum of it creating a soothing sound. Yet Even it couldn't stop my racing thoughts.

The constant uneasiness I've felt at the castle since I've returned is at a all time high.

Between the dream and finding out this I felt as if the world was caving in on itself.

Facts collides with myths as I no longer knew what realm I'm in.

I couldn't stop thinking. My constant thoughts robbing me of my sleep thus my sanity.

My mind was beginning to frail.

Yet I can't stop contemplating what I've scrutinize for days.

How can a handmaiden sneak out?

It should be impossible.

The havens seem to collide with the underworld as I realize the sane person that smiled at me this morning is the same person that's been lying to me for I don't know how long.

If I couldn't trust the person I've shared a bed with most my life who could I trust?

Its maddening.

Niran teaches beast can often hold the form of fawns.

I knew she hated laws but even she knew every one had a role to play. Everyone followed that role. or you risked endangering everyone around you.

That's why the rules are so strict. To keep everyone safe.

The castle guards have made it impossible to be able to sneak in and out worried of traitors to the king being able to hurt my family. There was no in and out at night .

So how could she sneak out?

How did she do it so quietly not to raise any alarm or to wake me?

And to be able to sneak back in before I wake so effortlessly?

She was always there when I woke. Always there when she was needed. Always so careful. I think about how tired she was the past few days.

My room was so carefully guarded at night. She would have so quiet.

I think about all her possible escapes. My mind begins to paint a map of my rooms. The walls are so solid. Walls constantly checked for evidence of spies. It  was impossible my window looks over the sea. Most of our rooms looked over the sea on purpose in a effort to make it harder for our enemies. As most would She would most likely fall to her death if she were to risk climbing out the window. I think of the Large black ocean rocks that sit below my room. How painful it would be to land on them. My dream flashes through my mind. The excruciating pain of hitting sharp sea rocks. The sound of my bones cracking.

Her only chance is the hallway below us. Even then She would die before she could have any chance of making it to the hallway below us. Even if she could reach the hallway the guards would notice her right away. my door is constantly guarded by guards. No other exits It was impossible.She was left alone a few times during chores. But there was always eyes on us. Especially at night.

The castle guards are on high alert at night. How could she find a way to sneak out then. There was no other way uunless she was bribing a guard.

Could it be Theo?