She tossed and turned in bed. Despite her rebellious nature, Sidra wasn't completely indifferent to things. She was a picky person where something was concerned.
Like where she spent her nights. She was used to her quarters and the cozy feeling of safety they gave. Although this palace was exquisite, something was missing.
She felt uneasy and couldn't sleep. By the time she gave up her attempt to sleep, it was already midnight. Sidra slipped into the shoes by her bed and silently walked out of her room.
She was a stubborn person by nature. Since she couldn't get away, she might as well make herself comfortable.
Assuming that the man would be asleep, she made her way to the rooftop. If she couldn't catch a glimpse of sleep in a comfortable bed, she was certain to find it under the night sky.
