Aisling and Noelle talked some more before all four retired to their sleeping chambers at a less than respectable hour.
All sleeping chambers in castle Grey were of great size and overly indulgent with their comfort. Finn would sleep in his own quarters, a proud warrior’s quarters. Weaponry hung everywhere around the room, the bed was facing the room door in case of intrudes, the room was vibrant in colour with red satin bed sheets and many shades of orange painted onto the walls; anyone else would find it very difficult to sleep in this room but to Finn, it was perfect. Marie was to sleep in the guest quarters, made with a lesser level of comfort than Finn or Noelle’s chambers, but it was still far more comfortable than what she used to. Cotton and stains dressed the bed that reached almost twice Marie in length, the large windows scattered moonlight through the room like stars on the room floor, the arc of her balcony was positioned to catch the waking sun. She smiled when she looked around, thinking that she would gladly make this room her home. Noelle would sleep in her own quarters not un-similar to Finn’s, say for the colour scheme; her chambers were adorned with soothing blues and purples. While there were a sufficient number of rooms to suit a football team, Noelle insisted that Aisling sleep in Michéal’s quarters, since she had been so interested in talking about the Prince at dinner.
“You’ll sleep here,” Noelle told Aisling, opening the room door.
Aisling stepped inside and quickly looked around, disappointed with her sleeping arrangement. She couldn’t see why Noelle thought this room was so special.
“You’ll find after a goodnight sleep, you might just wake up a different person or an old one,” Noelle explained, closing the door behind Aisling.
Chapter 6
Missing You Now
A
isling stood at the closed door looking all around her. The sleeping chambers were simple, she mused to herself that they hadn’t been touched since his absence. The room consisted of only a closet, a bed, an open balcony and a table next to the bed with an empty photo frame on it; she wondered if Marie had a similar room. Aisling took her time strolling around the room, the back of her dress was dragging on the cold damp stone floor. What she couldn’t see was, with each step she took, the room behind her altered itself to a more vibrant; a more luxurious, a more fitting sleeping chambers for a prince. She opened the closet to see it held one single uniform, it looked like it was a military or a law enforcement uniform of some kind. It was snow-white with a bright green trim and a silver belt and buckle that had an onyx insert of a wolves head. She timidly grinned and thought it would look good on him whoever he was. As she ran her fingers along the uniform, it struck her like a slight flash, a glimpse of a memory, she vaguely recalled seeing the uniform before or at least the colour scheme of it, but she couldn’t see the man wearing it. She closed the closet door and went straight for the balcony for some fresh air and to take a moment to compose herself and ask herself ‘What are you doing?’ From the balcony, she could see the vast majority of Eiru, it was the landscape she had seen all too often in her dreams.
The landscape for reasons she couldn’t or didn’t want to understand, made her to feel safe. For the first time since she stood foot in Eiru, all the worry, all the anxiety and the constant danger was just, gone. It was replaced with a new sense of comfort, she turned away from the amazing view, looking back into the room. Now she could see the room had changed where she had walked, it was now emerald and pure white just like the uniform in the closet! Aisling was astonished; this form of magic must have been why Noelle wanted Aisling to stay in this once bleak forlorn room. Aisling took a firm grip of her dress, pulling it up above her ankles then slipped off her heels and jumped from one rug to another, feeling the fabric between her toes, smiling like a child in the playground. That was until she saw the photo frame again, she let go of her dress and reached out picking up the frame. The dust was as thick as it could’ve been; she ran her thumb across the glass, cleaning away enough dust to see if there was a picture in the frame. The picture was blank for a moment but just like the rest of the room, it reacted to her touch and a picture began to form; it formed a picture of her and a man. The man was tall and rather muscular with a pencil beard, short-spiked deep brown hair wearing the uniform that hung in the closet, with brown/green eyes. Aisling cleaned off the remaining dust to see the picture was of her and Michéal. They were standing by a lake with fireflies hovering all around them, they were looking at each other lovingly; she couldn’t help herself, she smiled from ear to ear while she looked at the picture, but she suddenly became light headed and dizzy. She reluctantly placed the photo back onto the table and took a few steps away, she was able to keep herself together long enough to get undressed. She thought maybe it was the corset that was the problem. She slipped her arms out of her dress shoulder straps and slide the dress down to her waist before she twisted her corset around her body and undid the laces and lay it on the table next to the picture frame, quickly taking a few deep breaths. She turned around and sat
