Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44540575-20200122044640/@comment-44540575-20200123014716

(Great.) Roslyn woke up early the next morning. The sun was barely creeping through their window, and most of the candles had burnt out. She got up, careful not to be too loud for Cian's sake. She looked at him sleeping peacefully for a moment then blew out the rest of the candles. She grabbed a book from one of the bookshelves and sat down in one of the armchairs. She became engrossed in the story but occasionally glanced at Cian.