Chapter 41: His Creations {1}
I heard my curtains being zapped open but I remained wrapped around my blanket not feeling the need to get up. I didn’t have a wink of sleep after what happened, I couldn’t possibly find sleep, I kept replaying my encounter with William last night, I can’t get the scene out of my head as well as the words he said to me. I had no idea why I felt hurt by that, it didn’t make sense at all, I have heard worse when I was cast aside and called an omen... this just hurts differently for a reason I can’t describe.
More importantly, I kept thinking of his sad eyes... they hurt deeper than the words he said to me.
"Young miss"
I heard Elvenia behind me with her usual stoic tone. "It’s time to get up"
I said nothing and remained where I was without moving.
"Are you sick?"
Another silence and then a sigh came off her, well that was new.
"Elvenia" I began.
"Yes, young miss?"
"Why does the master wear a mask?"
This time silence came from her so I was forced to get up and face her, her stern expression was on me and it didn’t seem like she planned to speak with me, does she hate me or something? I have never gotten a friendly gesture from her, only Severus, and Sophia recently... who I rarely saw, were nice to me... Elvenia was a different case entirely and a mystery... She gives off that vibe a lot.