She didn’t see any supplies to change her bandages and her clothes were nowhere to be found either. Taking a deep breath, she pulled the door open, hoping Gavin had left. She’d listened to enough outrageous statements for one day.

Anna waited just outside, her arms loaded with clothing. “I thought you’d like to dress.”

Gwen scanned the room relieved that Gavin had in fact left. “Do you have my clothes? These look nothing like the ones I wore,” Gwen said, looking pointedly to the bundle in Anna’s hands.

“’Twould not be proper, Lady Gwendolyn. This dress should do nicely till we fashion you a suitable wardrobe.”

“Anna, I have my own clothes,” Gwen reminded her. “And please stop calling me Lady Gwendolyn.”

“’Tis only proper,” Anna returned.

“Proper?” My God. “Nothing is proper about my stay here.”

“Try to understand,” Anna said softly, taking Gwen’s hand. “We’ve waited so long, and the plans are set. You must listen to reason. Greylen’s men will not let you go. They cannot.”

“My God, Anna,” Gwen exclaimed. They were crazy. “Just give me what you have. I’ll get my clothes later.”

Anna smiled. “You’ll do no such thing. I’ll help. ’Tis my duty.”

“Whatever,” Gwen said. She was tired. They’d worn her down already.

Anna led her to the fireplace and removed Greylen’s shirt. Gwen stood naked before her, completely unashamed and completely distracted. She could see Greylen’s entire room from where she stood. And it truly was enormous.

Each space had to be at least thirty feet across and just as deep. The fireplace area was filled with tables and chairs and another rich-looking rug. The fireplace itself was larger than any she’d ever seen. The hearth was made from the same stones that the castle had been constructed with, and the mantel from the same wood as the trim.

The sleeping section lay just beyond the space she was standing in, and to say his bed was gigantic would be a gross understatement. The mattress was three feet off the floor and encased in a masculine frame. A dark-burgundy quilt lay on top of ivory sheets and decorative pillows covered most of the headboard. There were nightstands on either side, with candles and glass-covered oil lamps. And the sconces on the walls flickered like they had candles in them too.

Didn’t they have electricity? “Anna, may I ask a question?”

“Of course, anything you wish,” she offered, continuing to clean Gwen’s abrasions.

“I noticed there wasn’t indoor plumbing in the bathroom, and there are no lights.”

“I don’t understand, Lady Gwendolyn. Our plumbing surpasses the standard and the candles are lights,” Anna replied with a confused look on her face.

“You’re kidding, right?”

Anna put her hand to Gwen’s forehead, pursing her lips. “You feel cool, Lady Gwendolyn, but mayhap you should rest again.”

“Not a chance. I’ve rested more than I have in years. I just need to go home.” She couldn’t stay here any longer, but home… Gwen covered her face as tears filled her eyes.