CHAPTER eighteen: Announcing the welcome party
Swinging her legs over the bed, Amelia gingerly walked to the windows only to see that it was heavily barricaded against the sunlight and wind. She flung one of the fur coverlets over her shoulder and treaded carefully in between the mass of maids lying on the floor of her room.
Sparing a last glance at the snoring maids in the chambers, she left the chambers and went out into the short passageway beyond, which was lit with torches set in metal scones.
Two flight of stone steps were lightened by the torches’ flickering light—one led up, while the longer one led downstairs, she took the one leading up to the direction where a blast of wind came. She rested at each climb as she is still recovering.
She soon found herself on the large balcony overlooking the seas and she inhaled the fresh air wafting about her, tussling her raven curls.