#Chapter 116: The Guinea Pig

Almara’s Pov Morning came and with it the hope of Arthur’s well-being restored. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but I guess the events of the night took a toll on me more than I realized. I almost feel guilty for leaving Grace in the care of Cathy and Elenor, but I tell myself if they really minded, they could’ve woken me. I snuggle next to Arthur for a moment longer, pretending that everything is already back to normal. Though, the only way for that the happen is to get a move on with the day. The shades are still drawn, making it hard to tell exactly how early or late it is. Morning light seeps in through the gaps which is enough for my eyes to be adjusted. I rise onto my elbows and glance around the room, surprised to see it in greater shambles than I realized last night. Though the only thing I feel is compassion for Arthur. I roll to my side and nibble on his ear. When he doesn’t immediately waken, I’ve overcome with worry. He usually responds right away to that. I give him a