The next morning, Rosalind was the first to wake.
She had hardly slept at all, and when she finally opened her eyes, a sore throat greeted her, the painful reminder of everything that had happened the night before.
Her body felt weak, especially her knees, and she could still feel the ache from kneeling for so long.
Carefully, she lifted Alaric's arm from around her waist, moving slowly enough not to wake him before slipping out of the bed. She didn't even spare him a glance as she quickly went to find her coat and hurriedly slipped it on before making her way toward the door as silently as she could. She wanted nothing more than to avoid facing Alaric this morning.
