Midnight.
Room 13 of the inn. The room looked extravagant compared to the comparatively rusty exterior of the inn.
There was a comfy large bed, a set of sofas and tea table, a large closet to keep in apparels and some other furnitures. The floor was carpeted and the brightly painted walls had some not-bad paintings hanging from them.
Adrian was lying on the bed with his eyes closed while Rosalyn was sitting on a crouch. Both of them had finished dinner and had nightgowns on; it was time for sleep. Well, for other people.
Both of them knew that this night was going to be sleepless.
"Come here." He beckoned with his eyes still closed.
Rosalyn sat still- neither replying, nor moving. Her eyes were down, fixed on the carpeted ground.
"Tsk. Wasn't mother instructions clear?" He opened his eyes and turned towards her.
The term 'mother' prompted her to face him as well.