"Fwuh...?" The lady fell asleep without noticing, slouching on the floor with a blanket over her, the rack had been moved back where it belonged, and the clothes were probably taken to the wardrobe. The white light also vanished from the windows, so it is likely that she didn't spend just one or two hours napping on the floor of a living room. After sitting up and snuggling the blanket around her shoulders, she reached to touch the hair on the back of her head with a disgruntled expression, as the hair felt terribly dry. "Eeeeeeh..." The lady unwillingly stood up, stretching her arms and back, leaving the blanket on the floor, and the cracking of her joints felt louder than the crackling of the fireplace for a brief moment. When the stiffness wore out, she bent over to get the blanket. With the blanket in hand, se moved out of the living room and came up to the second floor.

A door stood in front of her, it was wide, a double door, in fact, and the very sound it made felt heavy upon its opening. What it hid was a library: reaching up to the third floor, two levels of shelves filled completely with books, and a large opening in the center, where a vast table was positioned. The young lady went to the end of the table, a chair turned back to the large, storey-high window, and sat at the table, two columns of books to either side of herself, with a single open book in front of her.  

"I'll have to ask papa to pester uncle Ollade to give him details regarding the new lands, I hope he will have something interesting to tell..." She held her head up by the forehead, yawning, "I just slept, and I'm already tired again... Ugh." The soft orange lighting within the library did not help with the wariness of the young mistress of the house, solely making her more tired when she wanted to read a bit more instead of going to bed. Staying up late to read surely wasn't good for her mood, because a tired lady is a grumpy lady, and this girl should really consider going to sleep earlier — no matter how much she wants to entertain herself. Well, this time around she was plotting her own actions for the near future, though it wasn't effective, as she neither had the knowledge nor the energy to conduct serious planning.

Her face was also now buried in the pages of the book. Let's wish her a good night.