A/N: I had some lovely pictures, but tumblr and I fought to even get this posted. I had to edit the same thing like five times aaaa I’m so mad right now.
The first problem with your grandmother’s comment, was that from the minute you stepped into your room, you pressed your dress to your nose and you could barely get any smell of oak. It wasn’t there. Which brought up more questions than answers.
The second, was that she obviously knew who William was, but you couldn’t ask anyone without being permanently locked in your room until you died.
