Chapter 18

Are you plotting a revolt? Or was it even a demonic ritual?’

The room was cozy, clean and luxurious. As I was tying the blue silk fabric that covered the walls, I looked at the delicate and intricate furnishings engraved with the family crest, the silver wolf, the sofa upholstered in black velvet, and the bed lined with creamy fabric, and then I stood in front of the full-length mirror again.

Looking at the mirror, she  put her hands behind her back and untied the laces and corsets of the dress herself. And stood in a thin slip outfit. frizzy hair. Eyes shining like stars in the night sky.

‘It’s beautiful. At least not like a maid.’

I suddenly turned my head and looked out the window.

‘But why is the window closed?’

The windows were blocked by wooden planks and nailed.

The next day I ate alone. The breakfast menu consisted of bruised figs, multicolored cheeses of all flavors, soft white bread and soup.

“When will my husband come?”

I asked the butler, who was now an old man, while dipping my hands in a silver bowl of water and wiping them with a towel.

“And why are the windows nailed?”

The owner,  was out without an appointment due to work, and it is because of his orders that nails were nailed to the windows of the couple’s bedroom.

My husband did not appear like the moon over the dark clouds, but in fact, it was rather fortunate for me.

It’s actually early… I was scared so I slept well every night and when I wake up, I eat the prepared food.

Every day I ate and laid down on the long sofa in the couple’s bedroom, which had become my room, and read the book I brought with me. But even then, when I fall asleep at night…

swipe, swipe.

‘miss’

I was overcome with guilt and I was in tears.

‘My little lady .’

There were days when tears flowed at night and didn’t stop until morning. That night, I had a strange dream. Someone wet my eyes and cheeks hot and soft

It was a dream to wipe with things.

Twinkle twinkle….

One such day, She woke up on a bubbly morning and found wavy, dark hair in bed that wasn’t mine. No, it was not my hair. These hair are too short and so soft…

A week has passed and a month has passed without any questions answered.

It’s February, it snows heavily and the castle is quarantined

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