*Tia*
Anticipation is an aphrodisiac. I can’t help but believe that as I enjoy my dessert. I had been tempted earlier to unlock the door, to share with Killian then and there the results of my and my servants’ efforts. But all through dinner, I tingle with the awareness of what is to come. While I know it’s quite likely he will not be as taken with the room as I am now that it is put back together, my enthusiasm for sharing it is not dimmed.
It is my sanctuary. I have made it so with each spider killed, each cobweb swept away, each fleck of dust removed, every inch of wood polished, every bit of cloth and carpet beaten until the years of neglect fade away.
With that one room tidied and vibrant again, I can envision the magnificence that once encompassed the entire castle. It is a shame,
