Ember regained her consciousness late in the afternoon. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a familiar place, her own bed-chamber. She stared in a daze for who knows how long at the white ceiling before snapping back to her senses.
'Huh? Wasn't I in the garden…?'
From the bright sunlight coming through her windows, she realized it was quite late in the day.
'Why am I sleeping at this hour?' She tried to move but then felt a slight tingling pain in the crook of her neck. Her hand touched the smooth skin out of reflex. 'Why is it hurting?'
Memories of what happened before she went unconscious came flooding her mind and she gasped in shock.
'What was that? Did I really? Did he…we…his chamber…on bed….what were we…' Ember felt lost at first, even denying reality, but a sense of growing shame made her groan the more she felt convinced the memories she had were real. 'Why did I act like that again? Why do I keep losing my mind like this?'
