Rose rolled on her bed. She had free time, but she couldn't seem to enjoy it. She was completely occupied with the thought that the Crown Prince might call on her soon. She was certain that as soon as the physician left, she would be summoned.
But sufficient time passed, and no one had come to call her. At first, she was worried that maybe his injury was more than a sprain, but soon enough, she was able to push him out of her mind as she slowly started to relax.
Rose didn't feel sleepy as she stayed in her room, and she thought that she might try to recall all that she had learned today. The best way not to forget was to practice.
At this thought, she wondered if the Crown Prince would want to teach her again. Now that he couldn't use his hand, would he agree to get a tutor? Rose realized she didn't care who taught her, as long as she could learn.
