Rosalie woke up two hours later and sat up in the bed. She hadn't taken to looking about the room ever since she arrived because her attention was fully on Creed. Now that he was not with her and her body felt relaxed enough for her to move freely without much trouble, she planted her feet on the floor and stood up.
Her dress was wrinkled and her hair disheveled. She hadn't had a bath yet and she wanted to fix her appearance before she would see Creed again. The bedroom was very similar to the one in her apartment in the other castle. There was a door that led into the bathroom and she walked there, stopping before a mirror. Her appearance was very sightly; she needed the extra hours of sleep in a soft bed just as she did.
She shed her clothing, letting it fall to the floor, then turned
