[b]Rose awoke earlier in the morning than she usually did, wrapped up tightly in Fenrir's forest smell. Disoriented, she opened her eyes & sat up in bed, finding herself not under her blankets, but wrapped up in both her & Fenrir's cloaks. She was still in her room though, so that meant Fenrir hadn't dragged her away from her grandmother's house. Maybe he was nice after all.

In the middle of her wondering, Willow came into the room, going to Rose after she saw that her grand daughter was awake. Rose gave the old woman a small smile & let her pull her out of bed, still a little groggy as Fenrir's cloak came off, then her own, leaving her in her Sunday best, which had never been taken off the before she was tucked into bed.

Thankfully, Rose hadn't destroyed her dress the night before. Save for a few creases in the material, the garment was okay. Without words, Willow helped Rose out of her dress & pulled her long hair free.

Rose quietly sat on the edge of her bed & waited for Willow to brush her hair & then went wash her face, feeling much better than the night before. Rose had been devastated, but now, she supposed that it was better that she & Fenrir were already married. There would be no dreading, no fearful waiting for the day of their ceremony. All of that was done, she just had to get to know Fenrir, & hopefully grow to love him. She'd heard of more absurd things happening, honestly, so being closer to her prearranged husband didn't seem to be entirely impossible.

"I'm going make breakfast, Grandmother," Rose murmured as she finished dressing herself in a more plain dress. She didn't really look at the old woman yet or feel like completely forgiving her just yet. Why couldn't Willow just warn her? She'd gone & started courting another man while the old woman remained silent. [/b]