The time was barely dawn, and the whole palace had been shaken by a single person's scream, though none of its inhabitants really woke up at what might be 3 in the morning. Viola had been awake from then; now it was maybe six, and she was still staring at her reinforced door.
Then suddenly she left the room, dressed casually in her silk nightdress, hand gripping her rapier so hard her knuckles turned white. Author was a bit uncomfortable; never in his life had he ever slept on a rug. He woke up hours ago, right now, he was simply playing with his fingers in the mana lamp light.
"Being a gentleman sucks." he said as he tried adjusting his spine.
Still he was shocked when he heard a thud at the door. The next thud was louder and more violent, then the door flung open, revealing a crimson-eyed Viola standing there searching everywhere for his location, but on the rug.
Lana jerked up from the bed, holding the duvet to her chest because she was naked, unable to sleep in Elizabeth's clothing. She looked at Viola, who, once their eyes met, looked away quickly, then when she saw Auther she went into