Celina woke up, finding herself on the wooden floor. How she got there, she had no idea. But, one thing was that she enjoyed her long rest.
She sat up, hitting her back with her fist.
"Did I fall?" She asked herself.
She immediately took off her cloak and other clothes under, wiping her body clean with a towel and bucket of water.
A few minutes later...
Celina yawned as she stepped out of her room, dressed in a long sleeved shirt and pants. The moment the door swung open, she realized her hair and eyes were exposed.
Red eyes were rare. White hair? Even rarer... unnatural even. That was why she carried more cloaks than dresses, always keeping herself covered.
She turned back to fetch her cloak, but someone grabbed her door. She spun around quickly, heart pounding, expecting an intruder.
It was him.
Rowan.
She hissed sharply, and turned her back, striding inside to grab her cloak.
"Good afternoon, mi'lady" he greeted.
