Chapter 6
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Lianne led Harry to her room, but before opening the door, she said apologetically, "I'm sorry, it's a bit small." After hearing those words, Harry naturally thought it would be the size of a kitchen, but much to her surprise, it was a ginormous room. It looked like it could fit three large bedrooms into it. Perhaps it was three large bedrooms all merged into one giant room.
Even though Harry had been a princess for a year, she still could not get used to the nobles' thought process. Like how could a room that could hold multiple rooms inside of it be considered small? She began to wonder what they would consider to be big.
"Is this room acceptable?" asked Lianne.
"Very," replied Harry.
Lianne gave a relieved smile. "I'm glad," she replied.
Harry walked into the room. For it to be so large, it was quite bare. Lianne seemed to have realized what Harry was thinking because she said, "Don't worry, the maids will bring your stuff up soon." Harry hoped that would help brighten up the room some.
She moved towards the window; the view was the complete opposite of the view from the Cardiaire palace. Her room's window faced the front of the palace, and her new room faced the back of the palace. Still, she could see the gardens, and that made her happy.
"Shall I give you a tour of the palace?"
Lianne's question was abrupt. Harry thought about accepting her offer, but she thought it would strengthen the chances of her running into Kaitlyn or the twins. She didn't know what the twins were like but based on what she had heard from Kahil and Kaitlyn, they were very difficult children.
"Umm . . . where is the room the first princess is staying at?"
Lianne looked at Harry puzzled.
"The first princess?"
She wondered if Harry was talking about her, but she was referred to as the crown princess, not the first. She quickly figured out that she was talking about Kaitlyn, but then why would she address her stepsister in such a way? She remembered hearing Harry call Kaitlyn something similar before. Lianne wondered why Harry asked to speak so informally with her when they had just met, especially if she didn't speak informally with anyone else. Lianne decided to push all these questions aside for now, and answer Harry's oddly worded question.
"She's on the third floor."
"And what floor are we on?"
"The second."
Harry grabbed her chest and sighed with much relief. She was glad that they were separated even if was only by one floor.
"Your brother is also on the second floor."
She watched Harry closely to see what reaction she would have. She wondered if she would react just as negatively as she expected her to, but fortunately, Harry was perfectly fine with it. Harry turned to Lianne and smiled. "May I ask what floor you're on?"
"I'm on the third."
It would be difficult to visit Lianne then.
"So, about the tour."
"Um . . . I'm sorry, but I think I'll rest for a little bit."
Lianne gave a small smile. "That's fine; just be sure to let me know though when you do decide to explore."
Harry nodded and agreed to do so, and then watched Lianne leave the room. After staring out the window for a few minutes, Harry plopped down onto her bed. It was nice to feel something soft after a grueling eight-hour ride in a carriage.
She rolled over on the bed and stretched out her arms and legs. Within a few minutes, she was completely relaxed, and within another, she was completely bored. She began to wonder if she should've taken Lianne up on her offer to show her around. She thought about it some more before deciding that declining was for the best. She was tired anyway.
After another couple of minutes, Harry was asleep on the bed. She was having the best sleep of her life before she was woken up by Varian.
"Harry." He kept calling her.
She rubbed her eyes and stretched again. She answered groggily, "Varian?"
It had been very early in the day when she had closed her eyes; the sun was high and bright in the sky, but now, when she looked out the window, it was pitch black, and there wasn't a single ray of sunshine.
"How long?" she asked tiredly.
"Hours," Varian answered. "I debated whether or not I should wake you up."
Harry sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. She was sure she looked like a mess in front of him. She looked over at the light in Varian's hand. She was glad it wasn't very bright.
"I'm glad you did," she said with a big yawn. "I've slept the entire day away!"
"It's been hectic for the past few hours."
"Well, yeah . . . but you've had it way worse, having to ride on the horses and all."
"Riding horses isn't as bad as you think," laughed Varian.
"Really? I've never ridden on one before."
"Well then, I'll make sure you get to tomorrow."
He could tell that despite sleeping for hours, Harry was starting to nod off again. "For now, get some more sleep." It was outside of his knightly duties, but he still pulled the covers over her.
"Goodnight, Harry," he whispered softly. He didn't receive an answer because she was already fast asleep again.
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