Rose lifted her head, wiping her face. She couldn't remain on the floor. She didn't know how long she could stay in his chambers, but it was best not to push it. She also couldn't let the crown prince catch her here. She gathered herself but mentally and physically, even though she'd rather the ground opened and swallowed her.
Rose stood to her feet, using the wall for support. She bent down to pick up her dress. It was a mess, having been slit right through the middle. The ends were in even worse shape, as he had ripped it. How could he do that to her clothes? How was she supposed to leave his room now? Did he not consider that?
Rose looked around, but she knew better than to pick anything from the wardrobe or the room. Right now, a pillowcase would do better than the clothes she had on, but unfortunately, the torn dress was all she had.
