If Florence wanted to, she could easily escape even if her life was at stake. She could assemble the logs surrounding the castle into a makeshift boat and use it to cross the lake, hoping there would be no storms when she reached the middle of the lake.
However, for some reason, her heart said otherwise. She didn't want to leave Harry alone on this desert island. What is happening to her? Why was she so concerned about this man now?
Florence sat on a rock, staring at the rising sun, thinking all that.
By evening, Florence had reentered the castle and was waiting for Harry in her room. She stood by the window, gazing at the lake that stretched out in front of her. Waiting for a boat to approach the castle, signalling Harry was on his way home. Unfortunately, Florence saw nothing. The lake in front of her was still pitch black, and not a single boat could be seen there.
