Scarlet Rosewood was once a noble countess and had lived in several places over her life before and after her noble title was lost. What never seemed to change was the simple emptiness that accompanied her life.
Waking up after dreaming about the past was less pleasant even if they were decent memories. Lord Dyne had always slept rough and that didn't change as she aged. Her only upside was that so many things were crammed into her room, that even as she fell out of bed, she was half on her mattress and half wedged between a support strut and several boxes filled with nylon cords. The maids had long sense given up cleaning her room as she piled so much junk and parts that there was only enough room to squeeze out sideway to the closet.
The walk-in closet which was the size of a house was immaculate as the maids and servants had fought for decades to make it a no storge area.
