Dydra slowly rolled out of bed and made her way to the window. Resting her hands on the sill, she gazed at the midday sky.
It was the first time in a week that she had managed to get up without assistance.
A gentle breeze drifted through the open window, carrying with it the scent of blooming flowers. Dydra closed her eyes and breathed it in deeply.
So much had happened since her arrival at Bivestone.
"How am I supposed to rid myself of that knight?" she whispered to herself.
At the very least, he had not appeared since the day he stabbed her.
The thought brought a sigh to her lips.
Leaving the window behind, she stepped out of her room and wandered through the corridors. The cottage had always carried a comforting silence.
As she turned a corner, an open door caught her attention.
Curiosity got the better of her.
