Rose Tyler returned to Versailles
Reinette had been tossing and turning in bed, the thoughts of tomorrow spinning in her head. There was a masquerade to be held, but that wasn’t what was on her mind. Every day of her life the date of another dance loomed closer, the one Rose Tyler had warned her about.
As she lay in bed, she felt the air seem to change. Charged with something. Anticipation, excitement? Whatever it was, she was curious as to what had caused such a change in the atmosphere.
Dressed in only her thin nightgown, Jeanne took a candle from her nightstand and lit it. Doing her best to keep noise to a minimum she tiptoed into the corridor, the site of a familiar blonde stopping her in her tracks.
”Rose Tyler?” She completely forgot to be cautious, her voice jumping in surprise. Glancing behind her, she gestured for the girl to follow her back to her chambers. What in the world was she doing here? Surely the date hadn’t come so soon.
