Noah
"What are you doing here?" I moaned into my pillow while watching Rose pick up books from the large shelf in my chambers and put them back right after.
"Running away from my mother. " Rose announced with a bright smile, holding a book and slumping into an antique chair.
I rubbed my face, my eyes still feeling woozy as I tried to concentrate.
"Didn't she talk after dinner, yesterday?" I questioned, lifting my head.
"No," Rose shook her head, "I locked the door and she kept barking but gave up, eventually."
"It's probably because of the Arendelles. " I chuckled, rising on my feet.
"Maybe. But I don't want to talk to her. She makes me angry and it's not we have ever agreed on anything. " Rose muttered.
