The Perils of Poison
It was getting increasingly late and the darkness that filled the sharp corners of Corrin’s high-tower room was beginning to creep in on her where she was sitting on her bed cross-legged on a pile of red covers. The night was kept at bay from her bed by the flickering yellow light of a single white candle resting on her nightstand. Corrin stifled a yawn with her palm before turning her eyes up from the book resting in her lap. She was allowed to stay up as late as she wanted (Granted Gunter did not find out which hints the minimal candle light) so the princess did not see the time as a problem. In fact if it wasn’t for the way the half-moon changing its position across the large gothic window in the corner of her room every time she dared to look up from her book she would have never known.
Well, that and the fact that her eyelids kept getting heavier and heavier. Corrin laughed to herself and rubbed her eyes ho