He sat there in the darkness for more than an hour by his count.
Yeren began to grow restless.
Was she ever going to come back? What if something had happened to her? What if the the Rogues had ambushed her like he had feared?
Not long after, her heard the sound of neighing horses.
The rain was still pouring very hard without. And he liked the rain.
He went to her window and peered out. He spotted one of his guards carrying the little girl into the house in his arms.
From what he could see, she didn't appear to be harmed - which was a good thing.
Then Claire slid out as well and ran to the shelter provided by the front entrance.
But from the way her hair looked very dark in colour, he could tell it was wet.
He slipped away from the window lest he be seen and returned to his perch on her bed.
He could hear her movements below perfectly. She was ascending the stairway.
Then before he knew it, she was standing before the door.
