Rose heard the sound of knocking. She groaned, turning on the bed as she protested against it. She didn't want to wake up—not yet. She had not been asleep for long before the knocking started. She ignored it, her body falling right back to sleep so easily.
Another knock, another quickly followed, and another—but Rose didn't even stir. She slept peacefully; the sounds of the knocks no longer reached her ears.
Chelsy looked worriedly at her sister as they both stood outside the door of Rose's room. This was a little strange, as Rose was usually quick to respond to their knocks.
It was time for breakfast, and they were even a little late, as this morning was hectic for the maids and every servant. Most lords didn't leave after the ball, especially those who had arrived a day or two earlier, which meant breakfast was even rowdier, as a few lords and ladies would be getting ready to leave.
