Word Count: 18,001
Summary of Events:
Wolfgang managed to get out of the valley before the soldiers returned in the morning and hurried to put as much distance between himself and the soldiers as possible. Rosemarie voiced her opinion to Hulda, who didn't appreciate the action, leading Rosemarie to flee in fright and contemplate escape. Wolfgang approached the Black Mountains, which formed a border between his Herzogtum and the next, which he hoped would keep the soldiers from pursuing him due to the difficult navigation. Rosemarie was exploring the many rooms along the staircase down to the subterranean lake and found a room that had a dresser filled with her old dresses . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
"Rosemarie looked at some of the other dresses and found that a few of them seemed to be made of a finer material, and that all such dresses were the smallest ones among the dresses.
Some of the finer dresses had smooth, shiny material, others were somewhat soft, like the white dress, and there were all sorts of beautiful adornments to them such as her current dress lacked.
What had happened to the finery? Had Hulda not possessed enough material to make her more dresses in that way?
Rosemarie folded the dresses and put them back. She was puzzled and not even sure what to think. Why had she had so many fine dresses when she was small, but now wore the plain, simple dresses she did now that she was older?
She had a feeling she'd want to revisit the room again; maybe when she escaped she'd take the fine dresses with her and find out what sort of materials they were made from and if she could get the material to make herself another nicer, finer dress than the ones she currently possessed.
The sound of footsteps startled her. She hurried behind the door and blew out the candle.
Pressing her back against the wall, she listened as the footsteps drew nearer and nearer to her position. She pressed against the wall as if she could even embed herself into it and be completely hidden.
The footsteps fell silent at the closest. Rosemarie closed her eyes and breathed as quietly as she possibly could so that Hulda, hopefully, wouldn't be able to hear her, or know that she was in the room.
She heard the door open. Through her eyelids she could see the glow of the light from Hulda's candle. She didn't dare open her eyes.
"Hm," Hulda murmured before closing the door heavily.
Rosemarie exhaled with relief, sagging against the wall. Hulda hadn't found her. She felt like that was a particularly close encounter, but she wasn't entirely sure how safe it would be to make her escape back up to the fortress, which would be the safer of the two alternatives that she had.
What she'd seen in the drawers, though, left her puzzled, wondering what exactly Hulda's reason was for keeping her old clothes, and why some of them were fine and the rest of them were simple, and even rough, especially in comparison.
Rosemarie wondered if Hulda wasn't keeping more secrets from her than the door to the outside world, or the truth about how incredible and wonderful of a place the outside world was."
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