Needless to say she didn't sleep at all that night.. She lie awake in her, extremely soft, extremely comfortable queen sized bed just staring at the ceiling. Her mind racing with the days events. Replaying them over and over.

'When had her feelings for him begun to change?' She couldn't help trying to place the day or the hour. But it was useless.. All she knew now was that they had.

Soon after she left the West Wing earlier that day, he left.. She didn't know why or how she knew, but she could feel it. The castle always seemed.. unsettled, when he wasn't there. Almost as if it missed him too.. As strange as that sounds..

Alittle while later, her feelings of his absence were confirmed, as she was getting ready to set the placements for dinner. She didn't know where he went, or when he'd return. It wasn't unusual. Whenever he left to go out he would never inform her. He just came and went as he pleased. And who was she to say anything? She was just his caretaker.. But how she wished he would at least tell her when he was leaving and coming back. Or at the (Very Least) tell her when he wasn't going to be there for dinner! She was alittle pissed by this. "What a waste!" she said. staring down at her creation for two.

She heaved a heavy sigh of irritation getting ready to sit down and eat her dinner, (alone again) when she noticed a small, folded up piece of stationary resting on her seat, the edges lined in gold. Her heart started to pound as she quickly placed her tray down on the table to pick up the small note.

Unfolding the edges, and flipping it open, she attempted to try and discipher his seemingly rushed scribble. (Obviously not use to informing people of his actions)

Having just one short line across the center.

"Sorry Dearie, No dinner for this Beast. Gotta go 'Bark' at the neighbors!"

She took a deep breath as light laughter issued from her mouth. 'Well, at least he didn't find her parting remark earlier to be in bad taste.'

She loved his sense of humor, even occasionally his dark kind. He always knew how to make her laugh even when he wasn't in the room.

But even though she was laughing she couldn't help feeling alittle downhearted at the same time. He was gone again, and there was nothing in the note informing her of when he'd return. She supposed she should just be happy that he even left her this little bit of information. But she still felt saddened none the less.

Her heart felt alittle heavier. She couldn't help thinking how ridiculous this was. She just confirmed that he was really gone only a moment ago and she already missed him as if he had been gone for weeks!..

Refolding the note, she went to place it on the table when she noticed there was something written on the back.

"P.S. Try not to miss me too much Dearie. I'll be back tomorrow."

She didn't have to miss him for very long. She felt her heart jump in sudden joy. Only a day. Not a few days, or a week, or even a few weeks. He'd be back tomorrow. Her smile was hard to contain. She was already watching the clock as soon as she finished reading the little scribble.

And as she laid there in bed that night, completely exhausted, she was still watching the time ticking by. Her eyes constantly moving from the ceiling to the clock then back again. She knew that tomorrow wasn't gonna come any sooner but she couldn't help it.. Sighing heavily, from exhaustion and irritation at her lack of sleeping abilities she flipped over on her stomach hitting her pillows in her frustrations. She wanted to cry. She was so tired but completely unable to get any rest.

Her revelation, earlier in the day, made her become more uneasy with his absence. She was starting to feel that she would never sleep when he was gone..

Tossing her covers aside she pulled herself up to a sitting position, now staring at the decorative wall in front of her. 'When had it become like this?' When she first came here, she would relish in the fact that she was able to sleep easy whenever he would leave. His presence not weighing on her nerves. She would sleep like a baby whenever he was gone.

And now it was the exact opposite.. She needed his presence in the castle.. Just having him around now made her feel comfortable. She was missing him terribly, and it somewhat frightened her..

Pushing herself to the edge of the bed, she swung her legs over the side and proceeded to stand up. The strong feeling of loneliness weighing her down, stinging her already tired eyes. She knew that wishing sleep upon her while she stared at the ceiling wasn't going to help her in anyway. She then decided to leave her room and walk around the castle, hoping it would distract her from the chaos of her feelings and thoughts.

She was uncommonly exhausted, she didn't know why, but how she wished she could just lose herself in a deep sleep.. Then tomorrow would come much faster.. And he would be home with her that much sooner.

She walked around the familiar castle grounds. Every room she's ever cleaned she visited. She didn't feel any less tired then before but at least she was active. It was something. She continued walking aimlessly throughout, not paying much attention to where she was going anymore. Her thoughts were still loose. Until she ended up standing at the bottom of the west staircase. The West Wing was up there. She wanted to explore it still. Not having much of a chance the first time she set foot in there. She was curious, and that in itself was a distracting thought, just what she was looking for. 'What harm could there be in it?' She climbed the stairs reaching the door, hand on the knob ready to turn. But just before that, something dawned on her that stopped her from entering. 'What would he think of her poking around in there?' She recalled how skeptical he was with her request to help him, she sensed his distrust. Even with it being just pure curiosity on her part she didn't believe he would see it that way if he ever found out.. She knew he didn't trust her.. And her heart felt heavier at the thought..

She slowly released the knob, stepping back staring at the heavy door in front of her. She wanted him to believe her, to trust her, and this wasn't the way to earn that.

She decided to change her direction. She began heading down the west corridor, to where in ended. She came upon another door looking at it in confusion. She didn't know that there were anymore rooms down this way.. She didn't pause to even think this time. Her curiosity getting the best of her, as she grabbed ahold of the knob giving it a swift turn and slowly pushed the door open. It was dark inside, she couldn't see much but a few outlines of furniture, or what she assumed was furniture. Though as soon as she took her first step inside, the room suddenly illuminated. She couldn't stop the small outburst of surprise from her lips as she stumbled backwards.

After a moment of catching her breath, and letting her eyes ajust to the sudden light, she began to move forward slowly into the room, taking in everything she saw. A sudden flame glowed in the nearby fireplace, High windows towards the back of the room, curtains the color of dark forest green lined in gold trimming were drawn closed, blocking out any light from the high moon. She took in the dark cherry wood furnishings, all timmed with gold in beautiful intricate designs, she couldn't help tracing her fingers across them. The room was amazing. In the corner closest to the windows she saw a dark high backed leather chair, with a small stand at its side, atop it a single hard bound book. She turned toward the other side of the room, seeing a king sized bed, decorated with a beautiful forest green comforter lined in gold, same as the curtains. A mass amount of pillows thrown against the head board. Her heart was pounding. She knew without a doubt this was 'His' room. Not by just the things she saw, but the feeling she got just standing in this space. She knew he had to have one, but somehow when he would bid her goodnight she never thought about him ever sleeping, or having a place in the castle where he would actually close his eyes and rest.

She slowly crossed the room over to the bed and sat down on the edge looking over the room again. A strong feeling of comfort washing over her. It was almost as if he was there in the very room with her.. The sensation was beginning to make her eyes heavy, she laid back against the pillows breathing in his scent. She sighed in contentment as another strong wave of comfort washed over her. She could feel sleep finally beginning to consume her. She thought she'd just rest for a few minutes before going back to her room, what harm can there be in that? He wouldn't be back till tomorrow. 'Plenty of.. of time..' She thought on one last deep yawn as she curled tightly into the soft pillows. She couldn't wait for tomorrow, then he'd be back.. That being her final thought as sleep finally took over. Fire dying to faintly glowing embers. The room became dark once again.

She didn't expect that the master of the castle was going to be home much sooner then he or she expected.

Thanks for the R&Rs! Like I mentioned before im not really sure where this is going so I hope its not too disappointing .. lol I'm just winging it. So I hope you like :)

P.S. I know this chapters alittle shorter.. Sorry.. :( I wish I had more time on my hands..