After leaving Draven's bedchamber, Ember hurried back to the southwest wing of the palace. Her face was still red with what Draven had said to her.
Her servants were inside her chamber, and not seeing their master inside, they wondered where Ember had gone so early in the morning.
"Do you think she went for a stroll in the garden?"
"In her sleeping wear? She didn't even grab herself a coat—"
They were about to search for her, but just in time, the red-faced Ember came barging inside the chember, her chest heaving as she sprinted the entire hallway.
"Miss, are you fine?"
"Here, have a glass of water."
"Yes, take deep breaths…"
After the servants managed to calm her down, Clio could not help but be curious. "Miss, where have you been?"
Ember didn't answer as if she didn't hear anything and went straight back to her bed. She lay on it while burying her face in the mattress and her feet dangling out the bed.
