"Rose," Thomas's familiar voice called as he looked around for her. He sounded concerned as his eyes searched the room.
Rose poked her head out from the side of the chair and smiled at him. He looked relieved when he saw her, and she hoped she wouldn't have to explain why she was hiding. She hoped he would understand, and from the look on his face, he did.
"Did you find anything, Lord Thomas?" she asked.
The silence made his pity for her situation feel heavy. Even after all this time, she was unused to his pity; it made her feel even worse. Thomas was not the sort of person to pity anyone, let alone a lowborn like her, so whenever that expression crossed his face, Rose couldn't help but feel she was indeed at rock bottom.
"Unfortunately, I came to tell you that you might have to wait here for some time. I asked around and was told the Queen cleared out your room and burned everything in it." His voice was softer at the last part as if to soften the blow.
