the door tightly about to
slam it shut out of frustration when the servant appeared cradling clothing.
"I found your things, mam.”
I nodded.
“I suggest you don’t wear them in
the Queen’s presence. She’s partial to females looking female if you know what
I mean."
She held out the bundled and I
struggled to take it without my dress falling completely down exposing me to
whoever might pass in the hall.
"Yes," I said, thinking
that based on everyone’s clothing that I’d seen, thus far, with the exception
the Queen. She was partial to everyone dressed as if it were still medieval
times.
"I’ll be back in the morning
to help you get dressed."
She walked slowly, and I noticed
she had a limp that immediately brought pity to my heart. Her right leg dragged
with each step forward, and I wondered what happened to her. Respectfully,
however, I said nothing. Though, I didn’t remember her having the limp earlier.
What happened to her in the short time she left my quarters?
I closed the door gentler than
I'd previously planned. It didn't make sense to slam it now. The girl would
think that I was displeased with her. And crap, I forgot to get her name. I’d
have to ask her in the morning.
Chapter Fifteen
Alone, I had nothing but time to
take in the large room. Other than the wardrobe, there was a large bed, white
covers with a small bench at the end and a night table. There was nothing else
in the expansive room except for the creepy three-dimensional sculptures that
appeared as if they were trying to free themselves from the wall. It reminded
me of hell. Even though I hadn’t seen any details of tortured faces or bodies
writhing my time there, I’d felt it. And as mouths on the art opened with
unreleased screams, it sure seemed like an accurate representation. So much for
sleeping.
I finally let my arms fall,
releasing the dress to gravity because I was tired of holding it. It puddled to
the floor in a whoosh of fabric. I stepped outside of the ring it made, and
headed to grab the only thing in the closet except for the clothes I’d worn
here. I’d deposited them immediately after closing the door on the retreating
form of the servant.
The nightgown was cotton and of
course lacked all color. It wasn’t pristine white; it was dingier if anything
but I didn’t care. It smelled clean, so I pulled it over my head. Dressed, I
picked up the gown from the carpeted floor. Off of me, it felt like it weighed
a ton.
In front of the mostly bare
wardrobe, I deliberated what to do next. There were shelves on one side and a
rod to hang things on the other. With no hanger in sight and not wanting to
take the time to fold the gown, I dropped it to the bottom of the empty side. I
might have cared more about the thing if Madeline hadn’t basically forced me to
wear it. It had been gorgeous.
Nothing else to do, I padded over
to the bed and flung myself on it. It turned out to be rather soft, which was a
positive. I lay back and stared at the ceiling, which was flat and free of the
creepy art.
My eyes drifted closed more
easily than I thought. When I opened them again, I was standing on the top of a
mountain overlooking the ocean as the sun warmed my skin.
“Mercy.”
I turned towards the voice and
was greeted by the sight of my grandfather. His ash blonde hair was a bit spiky
like my Mom’s. He wore a white tank with an image of the grim reaper on it with
legs clad in black leather pants. He appears as though he were going on stage
at any second. When I looked down at myself, he said, “Do you like your tank
and shorts, love? I like pink on you. You don’t wear it often enough.”
I didn’t allow him to distract me
with compliments. Demons couldn’t be trusted. Hadn’t I learned that from him?
“Ryck.”
He laughed. “So now I’m Ryck and
not Grandfather.”
I frowned not liking being drawn
into a dream without my permission especially by him. “You made things pretty
clear when you said I had to
slam it shut out of frustration when the servant appeared cradling clothing.
"I found your things, mam.”
I nodded.
“I suggest you don’t wear them in
the Queen’s presence. She’s partial to females looking female if you know what
I mean."
She held out the bundled and I
struggled to take it without my dress falling completely down exposing me to
whoever might pass in the hall.
"Yes," I said, thinking
that based on everyone’s clothing that I’d seen, thus far, with the exception
the Queen. She was partial to everyone dressed as if it were still medieval
times.
"I’ll be back in the morning
to help you get dressed."
She walked slowly, and I noticed
she had a limp that immediately brought pity to my heart. Her right leg dragged
with each step forward, and I wondered what happened to her. Respectfully,
however, I said nothing. Though, I didn’t remember her having the limp earlier.
What happened to her in the short time she left my quarters?
I closed the door gentler than
I'd previously planned. It didn't make sense to slam it now. The girl would
think that I was displeased with her. And crap, I forgot to get her name. I’d
have to ask her in the morning.
Chapter Fifteen
Alone, I had nothing but time to
take in the large room. Other than the wardrobe, there was a large bed, white
covers with a small bench at the end and a night table. There was nothing else
in the expansive room except for the creepy three-dimensional sculptures that
appeared as if they were trying to free themselves from the wall. It reminded
me of hell. Even though I hadn’t seen any details of tortured faces or bodies
writhing my time there, I’d felt it. And as mouths on the art opened with
unreleased screams, it sure seemed like an accurate representation. So much for
sleeping.
I finally let my arms fall,
releasing the dress to gravity because I was tired of holding it. It puddled to
the floor in a whoosh of fabric. I stepped outside of the ring it made, and
headed to grab the only thing in the closet except for the clothes I’d worn
here. I’d deposited them immediately after closing the door on the retreating
form of the servant.
The nightgown was cotton and of
course lacked all color. It wasn’t pristine white; it was dingier if anything
but I didn’t care. It smelled clean, so I pulled it over my head. Dressed, I
picked up the gown from the carpeted floor. Off of me, it felt like it weighed
a ton.
In front of the mostly bare
wardrobe, I deliberated what to do next. There were shelves on one side and a
rod to hang things on the other. With no hanger in sight and not wanting to
take the time to fold the gown, I dropped it to the bottom of the empty side. I
might have cared more about the thing if Madeline hadn’t basically forced me to
wear it. It had been gorgeous.
Nothing else to do, I padded over
to the bed and flung myself on it. It turned out to be rather soft, which was a
positive. I lay back and stared at the ceiling, which was flat and free of the
creepy art.
My eyes drifted closed more
easily than I thought. When I opened them again, I was standing on the top of a
mountain overlooking the ocean as the sun warmed my skin.
“Mercy.”
I turned towards the voice and
was greeted by the sight of my grandfather. His ash blonde hair was a bit spiky
like my Mom’s. He wore a white tank with an image of the grim reaper on it with
legs clad in black leather pants. He appears as though he were going on stage
at any second. When I looked down at myself, he said, “Do you like your tank
and shorts, love? I like pink on you. You don’t wear it often enough.”
I didn’t allow him to distract me
with compliments. Demons couldn’t be trusted. Hadn’t I learned that from him?
“Ryck.”
He laughed. “So now I’m Ryck and
not Grandfather.”
I frowned not liking being drawn
into a dream without my permission especially by him. “You made things pretty
clear when you said I had to
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