Looking around with bleary eyes, it took a long few moments for Eliza to register that she was no longer in her warm and cozy bed. Immediately feeling a sense of shock and horror wash over her, she immediately looked down at her body, checking that she had not somehow sleepwalked out of her room and into the gardens. Thankfully, if she had sleepwalked her, she had at least had the sense to ensure she had changed into clothing before she did. It was one thing to be wandering around the grounds unescorted, it would have been another thing all together if she had not been wearing appropriate attire in doing so. She was quite sure if she had found herself in the maze in her night things, it would most certainly end up in Whistledown.
A hand moving to her head, she pressed it against her face, pausing to try and force her brain to think. She didn’t remember how she got there, but it did not mean that she could not find her way back out of there. She just had to thing rationally, to devise a plan to escape as quickly as possible.
Hearing the sound of a snapping twig near her, she immediately spun on her heel to face the source of the noise. “Who is there?” she demanded, wishing she had a weapon of some sorts so she could defend herself.
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