Sneaking down to the kitchens past the time when ‘proper young ladies’ were supposed to be in bed, was Annalise’s most common offence. Since the festival of lights, her sneaking down to the kitchens to retrieve something to drink had happened even more often. At night, the kitchens were mostly empty, except perhaps a scullery maid or two stoking the fires for the night. She could sit on the long table in the center of the room and drink a goblet of wine before returning to her bed for the night.
It was getting down to the kitchens that was the hard part. The corridors grew dark after the sun went down and the only light that came through was that of the moon. Spiraling stair cases that made sense during the day were confusing at night and no matter how often Annalise made the trek from her chambers to the kitchen, she couldn’t seem to get the path perfectly down. Even less helpful, the darkness did not allow her to see anyone else who might be in the corridors at night. That’s the exact reason for which she found herself running directly into someone as she rounded the last corner to get to the kitchens. Letting out a small squeak, the blonde braced a hand on the wall to keep her balance, frustrated that she hadn’t brought a candle with her.
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