Chapter 42
"Danielle?"
She sat up quickly; looking around the darkened room, although outside the sun was beginning to rise.
"Godmother?" she called
When no answer came, she lay back down and tried to go back to sleep, but she was too restless. She got up and walked over the window in the loft, the same room that Rodmilla had converted and used as her new sleeping chamber.
Thérèse's death had hit her hard, which was the reason that the King and Queen put their trip to the castle off until the morning. Henry promised her that they would be married that afternoon, despite his aunt's passing.
"You do agree that it is what she wanted, Princess," he had said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "She wanted us to be together. She would have been happy and proud to be part of the ceremony."
He looked at her. "We have a spare room next to ours. We could be closer to one another."
She smiled and shook her head. "Thank you, Henry, but I think I'd prefer to spend the night in my old room. It's just for tonight though. We'll be together in the morning, I promise."
He smiled at her and nodded. "I understand completely, Danielle." He took her hands in his. "Now, you get some sleep. I want you well rested by tomorrow."
She had promised him that she would be. Now that she was up, she knew she'd never go back to sleep.
Danielle slipped on her shoes and headed downstairs. She passed by Rodmilla's room and opened the door to peek in. Rodmilla was lying in bed with Armand's head on her stomach. They were asleep.
She smiled and closed the door and continued through the hallway toward the stairs.
She would have normally gone into the library, but something to told her to head outside into the ruined, which she did.
Once she was there, however, she felt deserted and disappointed. No one was there. She was just cold and upset and all she could think of was to go back into the house.
"Danielle?"
She looked around again. "Godmother?" she called.
"Yes, Danielle," Thérèse's voice called out, "it's me."
"Danielle?"
She sat up quickly; looking around the darkened room, although outside the sun was beginning to rise.
"Godmother?" she called
When no answer came, she lay back down and tried to go back to sleep, but she was too restless. She got up and walked over the window in the loft, the same room that Rodmilla had converted and used as her new sleeping chamber.
Thérèse's death had hit her hard, which was the reason that the King and Queen put their trip to the castle off until the morning. Henry promised her that they would be married that afternoon, despite his aunt's passing.
"You do agree that it is what she wanted, Princess," he had said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "She wanted us to be together. She would have been happy and proud to be part of the ceremony."
He looked at her. "We have a spare room next to ours. We could be closer to one another."
She smiled and shook her head. "Thank you, Henry, but I think I'd prefer to spend the night in my old room. It's just for tonight though. We'll be together in the morning, I promise."
He smiled at her and nodded. "I understand completely, Danielle." He took her hands in his. "Now, you get some sleep. I want you well rested by tomorrow."
She had promised him that she would be. Now that she was up, she knew she'd never go back to sleep.
Danielle slipped on her shoes and headed downstairs. She passed by Rodmilla's room and opened the door to peek in. Rodmilla was lying in bed with Armand's head on her stomach. They were asleep.
She smiled and closed the door and continued through the hallway toward the stairs.
She would have normally gone into the library, but something to told her to head outside into the ruined, which she did.
Once she was there, however, she felt deserted and disappointed. No one was there. She was just cold and upset and all she could think of was to go back into the house.
"Danielle?"
She looked around again. "Godmother?" she called.
"Yes, Danielle," Thérèse's voice called out, "it's me."