and Above

(Aramis)

Not wanting to stay in her room to stare at the pleading eyes of the figurines above the chimney any more than necessary, Aramis resolved to leave her room.

The door to Priscilla’s bedroom was still closed, as was the one that led to Lord Gwyn’s chambers. She was sorely tempted to try and listen in on the occupants of Priscilla’s room, but she didn’t want to be caught by the prince or anyone else for that matter.

She began walking back through the only corridor until she reached the front door. The storm appeared to still be raging outside, making her frown and turn to look about. There was the counter and a small door behind it, probably leading to the kitchens. But the truth was, she really didn’t want to see anybody. She was in a pensive mood, which seemed to become rarer and rarer as she grew up. As such, when a hand landed on her arm, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Is everything alright, dear?” The old woman asked looking up at her with her kind eyes.