Seconds in Time

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Alexander pushed open the door, which didn't seem to be as heavy as other, and we stepped inside. From what I could see the wing that we would be sharing contained much smaller rooms than the main castle. I like it better that way. It was cozy and full of deep, warm colors.

I had to move out of the way for some men who were carrying my things.

"It's nice." I commented as I timidly walked around. I didn't want to stray too far at this point.

Alexander grunted and looked away from me. His obvious displeasure at my comment made me want to ask what his problem was. However, as usual, I kept my rudeness to myself. That was more important now than ever.

My heart ached as I examined the empty beauty of the room. It all seemed so perfect, but there was no character. There were no stains on the Persian rug or scratches on the black, leather couch. There were no chips in the mantle of the fireplace and no splinters poking out of the hardwood flooring. Everything was polished and showed no sign of being lived in. This may have been a house, but it wasn't a home.

"The kitchen is through that door and the bedroom and bathroom and such are upstairs." Hearing his voice was like being hit by an ocean wave in the middle of winter. The coldness stung and after the impact you were left freezing and vulnerable.

I shook it off and walked past him to the kitchen. It looked like any other kitchen, which came as a relief to me. The floor was tiled, perfect for sliding around on your socks and slipping on in heels, which I was careful not to do. The table in the middle of the room was a light color wood and seated six people if you used the ends. In the center of the table there was a vase with lavender in it.

Finding nothing left to examine in the kitchen, I walked out. I glanced at Alexander, who looked bitterly back before I turned and walked upstairs. I tried to quiet my heels on the wooden stairs because I knew that it would drive more than just me insane. Unfortunately my attempt wasn't very successful. Once I stepped into the bedroom, however, any sound my shoes could make was muffled by the fluffy, white carpet.

Everything was much brighter and nearly everything was white. It was completely different compared to the first floor, with the exception of the kitchen. I didn't spend much time looking around, but I was very pleased with the large bathroom.

I walked down a hallway at the other end of the room. There were three doors on each side and I simply peaked into each. The first door on the right was an office, the second was empty, and the third had two glass walls so I took it to be a sun room. The view was beautiful, but I didn't spend too much time marveling.