One Hundred and Second

It was late. Late enough that most of the palace had gone to sleep already.

Still, Emily couldn't sleep at all. Not a wink. Merwyn offered to give her magic to put her to sleep but...

No.

She didn't like the idea of being trapped asleep and caught in a nightmare, or anything like that.

So she'd gone wandering again.

This time instead of wandering the halls, though, she'd gone outside.

Still within the safety of the palace grounds, but nowhere that she might run into a trap door that dropped her into some kind of hellish room full of suffering and secrets that robbed her of her sleep.

She sighed and laid down on the grass, arms spread out to either side of her, as she stared up at the sky above.

This was a mistake, she recognized this immediately after laying down.

It had rained earlier, and so the grass was wet.

And now her entire back half was wet too.

This earned yet another sigh.