Claire finally fell asleep early into the morning.
She could hear the faint rustle of movement as her sister bathed and dressed for the day but couldn't bring herself to open her eyes or get out of bed.
There were inventories to be viewed, staff to be spoken to… many things to be done to ensure that the house was ready to be sold.
And she wanted to go down and see the dungeons - the despicable place where Aurora and the beast that plagued her nightmares had been kept.
Had the beast been released? Or was it still there?
Despite her gruesome list of chores, she remained in bed for an hour or so longer.
When she finally did get up, she was tired and drained. She walked around like a living corpse, looking at things with drooping eyelids and sitting down whenever she had the chance.
After struggling in vain with the numbers of the inventory, she went down to the dungeon with her guard in tow.
