The mob could still be heard in the distance in the morning. The keep was on the opposite side to the castle gates where the mob was, but they were that loud that the sound resonated in the trees.
The keep must’ve been the oldest and untouched part of the palace. The décor was very Victorian, browns and yellows covered the walls and oil paintings hung in gold leaf frames on the picture hooks on the wall. It was a small residence by itself, Rose loved the little touches it had, the monogrammed towels and fancy plates.
They were sat at a red mahogany table that was draped with a white lace tablecloth. Rose was wearing a fluffy white dressing gown over the top of a white nightdress that cradled her bump nicely. Easton was dressed ready for the day ahead; he had just finished reading the
