Aurora woke up the next day to see the sun shining brightly into her room through the curtains that were opened halfway. Although her room was in the northwing, she got a little bit of sunlight before the sun rays shifted. She stretched and yawned, covering her mouth with her palm. She couldn't remember the last time she slept so well. Back in her step-aunt's tiny cottage, she slept on a piece of white sheet. And most times when she awakened the next day, her body would be sore from the hard floor. Thinking of the tiny cottage where she grew up made her remember Lydia, her step-aunt. The woman had been so happy to be rid of her when she found her mate. "She doesn't even care what happens to me." She mumbled to herself. She was sure Lydia wouldn't give a damn if Henry took her away as a slave. The woman always hated her and she never knew why. "I'm so glad to be rid of her." She said and pushed the unpleasant thought away. Moving gently, she got off the bed and walked over to the