Meanwhile by this time, Elizabeth had settled in fully at the Harrow's home.
She had still not mentioned to her uncle, Mr Jack Harrow, the fact that she would possibly need to spend a night at his home or more than one night if possible. But she believed that when the time was right to reveal, she would have no other choice but to do just that.
She only prayed that it would be some hours more before that time would come.
By now, Beth and Mr Harrow were seated by the dining side of the modest house, in preparation to dine for lunch.
Outside, the sun continued to burn brilliantly and Beth was feeling truly secured from the King's grasp in this little house of her Uncle's abode. Although it was not so little a house. But still, when compared to the Castle's magnificient interior, it was too small in fact to even be described as a bathroom.
Elizabeth smiled happily as she tried to erase every thought regarding the Castle from her memory.
