7
Rue
I’m in and out for a while, I think.
Sometimes I open my eyes and I’m in the cell, a strange man peering down at me, looking concerned. He pats a cloth over my forehead and murmurs that I’ll be okay.
Sometimes I’m in the living room of the castle, being attended to by multiple men. In the back of the room, there is Dryas, leaning against the wall and scowling, looking like he’s a simmering pot of rage about to tip over.
Other times, though… I open my eyes and…
Rough, grey brick walls. Hard pine floors made shiny by hours of buffing from girls in my position. There is very little light, here outside the church itself. I’m at the convent, on my knees, in trouble as always.
I’m in Sister Marguerite’s office. Ama is here too, staring at the same legs of the big polished pine desk
