AMELIA
I would have expected anything at 11 PM but that.
"Good evening, milady" Erik greeted me with a beaming smile and a tray covered with a silver cloche in his hand.
"It's... 11 PM" I commented, eyeing the whole ... situation.
Erik shrugged. "Do you want me to come back in an hour so we can have an actual midnight snack?"
I gave him a half glare, more exasperated than anything else. "Sometimes you're just impossible," I huffed, opening the door. Erik stepped confidently into my room, eyeing my still-made bed.
"It's... 11 PM" he said, taking up my words, nodding at the bed.
"I wasn't sleepy," I replied, avoiding looking at the reason why I wasn't sleepy, that lied abandoned on my bed with its shattered screen facing downwards.
Erik could tell something was wrong - whether
