Roselyn went to put her robe on to lead to bed. When she sat down, she finally felt relaxed after the long tiring day she had, the pumps she had been wearing were causing her feet to ache terribly after all the running from her predator and the dancing.
She exposed her left knee which was pulsing and hurting. The wound was filled with dry blood and it was attached to her dress. She showed a grimance of pain when she teared off the layer of the dress, and stretched her arm to open the first drawer of her bedside table she had nearly and pulled out a bandage and wrapped it around her now bleeding wound.
Maybe she had to disinfect it first or put something to separate her skin from the bandage, but when she remembered it, she was too tired and already laid down.
She began to think about her doubts and she wondered what the real nature of the King may be. As her thoughts developed and took different turns, her mind lullabied her in a slow deep sleep.
