She hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep clutching the necklace until she had to peel her fingers away from it when she awakened.
Everything started coming back to her with the speed of a horse chasing the runaway sun on the horizon.
They were sleeping on the floor of the drawing room in their new house.
How absurd.
The servants must think she lost all her wits for preferring to sleep on the floor rather than on a bed.
And if the guards saw something wrong with it, they hadn't voiced it aloud.
No one dared to.
Which was a good thing.
Aurora was still soundly asleep beside her.
When she glanced around, she saw that the candle she had lit the night before was still burning, although it was a few minutes away from dying out.
Her head ached from all the thinking she had been doing before she had managed to fall into the clutches of sleep.
Claire rubbed her temples and rolled out of the bed gently.
